When your life is all said and done do you want to look back at a life full of “what ifs” or a life of fulfillment? I’ve lived by the motto “Live life to the fullest and always have one hell of a story to tell” for the majority of my life. Take away all the self-imposed rules, philosophies and guiding principles I have created over the years on my journey from boy to man and I’ll always have just that. A full life and a story. Whether I always made the right choice or not, I always had the courage to make the choice. And with either result, right or wrong, both have always given me a story to tell. That’s me. That’s T.
My current situation has me at a point in life where I have never been this well off. On paper. On paper my life reads like the 2015 Boston Red Sox. People were picking them to win it all but look at what happened. They finished dead last. I am not the 2015 Boston Red Sox. In my life I need to do well on the field so my life reads well on paper after the fact. I’m not talking about my annual work performance review or my investment portfolio or my credit score. Those are all immaculate. I’m talking about here. I’m talking about my book. I’m talking about anything I write that is either about my life directly or indirectly. The way I live gives me my stories to write. This is the life I’ve built for myself. I listen to my boys. My cousins. I listen to single men. Married men. Fathers. Each of them has a story to tell. And that’s just it. Every man should live a life worth telling. Worth sharing. I just so happen to write about mine. Whether it’s a story about that time my father went to prison and the impact it had on me growing up in East Boston. Or how my mother raised me on her own. Or how I put myself through college. Or all the women that have left marks on my heart and my marks left on theirs. Or all the times I pitched scripts out in Hollywood. Or how I somehow became an unintentional world traveller. And also unintentionally taught the internet how to wear it’s hat low. I’ve had stories because of my life. Because of my choices. I’m older now. There’s no denying that. These days I often find myself more on the other side of giving younger guys advice more than telling them how I messed up somehow. Because of those choices. They are now better choices.
I choose, I get a story and I write. Everything in between is my life. And it’s a great life. I hope to share this great life with an even greater woman and add something to her life and make hers even greater. Then one day have some great kids. And maybe even some greater grandkids. But I’m not sure if that’s a choice. That’s love. That’s life taking a course I will have very little control over. But I do know I can write about all that one day if and when it does happen. Because those will be the stories then that I will want to write about. And there will be no “what ifs” in my life ever. That’s for sure.
Thank you for coming here the last 300 Mondays.
Until next time. Always take it there.