It opens you up to let your closest friends and family members see why you love your partner, why you’re choosing to spend the rest of your life with this person and why this is the love that will endure all things.
So it’s pretty obvious to most people that I know that I’m a dad who is head over heels about his daughter. While ‘Dad Loves Daughter’ is probably not the most original concept in the world, it does mean a lot to me to have that relationship in my life and it definitely holds sway over the many decisions I make on a daily basis and influences how I live my life and why I do the things I do. So today as my focus is to get all caught up on this blog, I would be remiss not to include all the wonderful things that have happened regarding our little one, the center of my universe and the apple of my eye.
I am very aware of parents who love to overpost and overshare about their kids and trust me, I try my best to abstain from being ‘That Dad’, but certain things can’t be helped. Humor me this one time and I promise I won’t let this blog turn in to daddy/daughter love fest save for this post. What follows is the almost two years that we’ve had from conception to our baby girl’s first birthday and I guess I just love my daughter so much I had to share it all with the world. Enjoy!
I think we all get lost at times looking for a path to things that people say will make us happy. A lot of us get caught up in pursuits of ambition for merit or material only to achieve what others tell us will make us successful in life. So we strive for goals that other people set for us and we even convince ourselves that once we hit those goals, or quotas or landmarks in our careers or personal lives that those are the moments that will reward us with fulfillment and happiness. But how do we define success? More importantly, who is defining success for you?
What I have found in my own life to be true is that no one has got it all figured out. I have raced after my own quotas and goals time and time again to know that once I got there, to that hallowed moment where I was promised fulfillment and riches and happiness; the moment was so fleeting that it seemed to turn to ash in my hands before I could even process that I hadn’t reached a finish line. The race just kept on going. The mirage of fulfillment in what I was doing just kept getting farther and farther away. And as tends to happen in any race, let alone a never-ending one… I got tired.
So now I’m here, and all I have gotten from this experience is that I am tired. I am really really tired. But I’m finally learning.
I’ve learned that I don’t want to race any more and I’m finished having anyone else define what pursuits will make me successful in life. I learned that I like myself a lot more when I’m doing the things that I love to be doing. And when I like myself more, I can be a better husband to my wife, and a more attentive father to my daughter. My relationships with those two people more than anything in my life is what I’m learning to define my fulfillment by, because nothing makes me happier than seeing happiness in their smiles and in their hearts. I’m finished chasing down a dream that someone else put in front of me. Because at the end of the day, the money and accolades mean nothing if I am miserable.
There is no path to happiness, happiness IS the path.
So that’s why I’m here. I’m here starting this blog as a platform for my photography and videography, a hobby where fulfillment is the only pay I’m after. I’m here not because I care about accolades or money, but because I want to care about what I’m doing.
This is my passion.
I want to be able to say that I pursued my passion. That my passion consumed me whole and left nothing but a trail of inspired work and when it’s all said and done, when I’m long gone and buried, if I’m lucky enough to have people I’ve left behind who remember me fondly. They can say on my behalf that I lived with passion.
This is me finding my own path. Feel free to join me.