#5 rejection...THANK YOU.

                           REJECTIONS AND REBIRTH

            A Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle with weapons and pizza boxes.#whyIlovebeingadad

I am not a philosopher on any level. I have a multitude of opinions that I shout from the rooftops and others I kept safe in sacred corners of my mind that I visit occasionally and keep alive by throwing them my preverbal loose change while saying, "don't spend it all in one place." I rarely dive into political, religious, or social debates anymore. I can only regurgitate in a paraphrase vomit, "The more I learn, the less I know." 

My life has been adventurous thus far and I have had no regrets...(except for that one BBQ chickenfoot I bought on the street corner in the Philippines) The one thing I have learned and will stand by and debate with anyone is that life is a series of rebirths. 

I have lived several lives already in my 38 years and intend to continue being beaten and rejected by life's trials while simultaneously finding new life and being reborn. You may take this to mean religious and that's fine, but I feel it's more than funneled into only religion. The Phoenix constantly dies then rises immediately rises once again from it's own ashes that haven't even had time to cool. In my constantly chaotic "artistic mind" I fight battles daily. there are amazing Victorian duals at dawn with creativity vs. laziness. sumo matches between fatherhood and immaturity. Don't forget the simple Cold War-like red button stand off between whether or not to get out of bed.

 I am now the guy whose only dangerous life choice is deciding if I want to brush my teeth or just live on the edge and see what happens if I give plaque a freeday.

I received #5 rejection from an agent. They so kindly write rejections that I almost felt good. Then I decided WHY THE HELL SHOUD I NOT FEEL GOOD. A good friend shared an interview with an artist and the artist said, (paraphrased) "Every time you're rejected you are that closer to finding success."

I agree like the beautiful southern black woman who sings every hymn with every ounce of her faith. AMEN! 

As I look back MOST of my life consists of my response to rejections and failures. And...in each case depending on how I responded to the situation either led me to more rejections or to an amazing success. Education, relationships, business, etc...

My ramblings today are confusing but simple. 

The moral of THIS rambling is that I am soo grateful for my failures. I now cherish them next to my homeless hidden opinions that I still visit on occasion. 

My failures have made me who I am today. I can look at my life as a success because of those failures.

So rejection #5...I look forward to as many as it will take until I can come back and say, "Thank you for helping me become better then I was when I received you in the mail Saturday January 19th

In other news...LOGAN OUT LOUD is back and re-opened! We had a stellar night with two back to back shows of improv comedy to full audiences. 

60 asses being laughed off. 120 hemispheres of the mind being blown. 360 abs happily hurting. 

Life is good and I love it!