Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Livin' In A Dream World

Growing up, I was taught that I should follow my dreams. I learned that money is not the ultimate key to life's happiness, it will always come. But do what you love and if you can make money doing it - even better! A lot of times our dreams, the thing that we really want to do with our lives, can seem somewhat far fetched. Maybe you've gotten negative feedback. Maybe you don't have the money or the time to further your education to do what you love and you feel like giving up. Maybe the pursuit of what you'd love to do scares you to death. But sometimes we have to grab the bull by the horns. Sometimes no matter what people say or how they react, how hard it is, whatever obstacles you face, you just have to do it. In the end, that is the only thing that will make you smile as you lay your head down at night. In my 28 years of knowing Wilbur and his 11 years of pursuing his dream, I have learned what it means to live for what you love. His example has inspired me to pursue what I want most. It certainly isn't easy. Like many dreams, it seems unattainable at times. But Wilbur's drive and continued success has kept me from quitting completely. Please watch below to see some of that well deserved success and how it pays off. And always try to make your dream come true.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

"Excuse me, please."

I've got a good question for all of you! Why is it that people have such a hard time being pleasant? I have heard it said that it takes more muscles to frown than to smile. I bet people don't even think about that when they walk out the door everyday. Because if they did, I would not write about it in my Diva Diary. But I am a little vexed! I was raised to be considerate and polite. When sitting next to someone on the crowded 4 subway train, I try always to remember to say excuse me. And when I walk into a room full of people - colleagues in particular - I always greet them. It is only polite. I don't blame my frequent encounters of incivility on the fact that I live in New York City - what some call the "Rude Capitol of USA." People are just generally rude and sometimes I want to scream "Move! Get out the way!" or just "throw them bows" (thank you Ludacris). But on those days when I am disappointed and frustrated with my fellow human and my pleasantries are reciprocated with miserable nastiness, something happens for humankind to redeem itself. A nod of hello or the elevator being held open for me helps me to realize that, yes, there are still people on this earth who have had a "good upbringing." And as a people, we aren't completely hardened by society and life that we cannot apologize for mistakingly bumping into you. So please "put on a happy face" and smile or say excuse me once in a while.

I'm stepping down from my box...