NOTW: Anya

What up my sexy people, and welcome back to another installment of ‘Notes on the Wall’!

I hope you have had a glorious week thus far, and if not, then you are almost half way through it already!

This week’s NOTW is going to be a completely over done cliche, so cliche in fact it already has an entire day of the year dedicated to it.

This week I have discovered (more like re-learned honestly) how thankful I am for my Mom. Now as I write this, of course my inner angst driven teen is trying to rein me in. Telling me that ‘No! We must be against Mom so we can show her that we don’t need her! Down with the machine!’

Ok, while it is true that my Mom has not always been totally on board with my whole rockstar shtick, that was only because she was afraid to find her son dead in a ditch somewhere. And, to her credit, she has really started to get used to the idea of me chasing after my passions. Could be because she sees that, after all this time, this whole music kick really isn’t going to go away, or it’s that she really is starting to believe in me.

My new found thankfulness also stems from a change in my own perspective. Being a parent is a hard, thankless job. You go through all kinds of heartache for eighteen years raising this kid, feeding them, cleaning them, taking their stupid asses to school, putting a roof over their head. All that just for them to tell you at the end of it, that of course they had to do it, it’s their job.

Which is true, but a ‘thank you’ is still appreciated.

I even now, sometimes struggle with my Mom and some of the choices she has made. She has made mistakes, some pretty stupid. But you know what, so have I. So who am I to judge? She is a human just like I am, and needs love, forgiveness and compassion just like I do.

Like I said, this week is a pretty standard thank you to an obvious choice, but you know, sometimes the obvious choice the best choice, and often the one that needs to hear it the most.

So if your reading this Anya, or any Mom out there who may have a shit head son like I was, let me just say Thank You. Thanks for putting up with us and sticking with us through the years. From the poopie diapers to the car joy rides. (Sorry Anya, but I mean, did you really think I was just going to park your car for you?)

So what are you guys thankful for this week? What’s something that you are looking forward to? Maybe even something that has inspired you?

If you feel like sharing, feel free to leave a comment below or hit me up on Twitter! (@PunkMusical)

As always, have a fantastic week and I will see you in the next NOTW, or in your dreams. Which ever comes first.

(P.S. Anya means mother in Hungarian. Considered yourself cultured.)

(P.S.S. Go call your Mom and tell her shes fabulous)

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NOTW: This one pains me to admit…

…and, I mean, it really does.

But before we get to that, please allow me to welcome you to my second installment of Notes on the Wall! (NOTW for those of you keeping track at home) How much longer will I be keeping track of these entries? For as long as it sounds cool to me!

I hope you all had a wonderful conclusion to the end of your week last week. Maybe, you even have even found a few things that motivate you, or are just straight up thankful for.

Today I am going to share with you something that I am both, very thankful to have and causes me to physically cringe at it’s very thought!

My delivery job.

Yep, I am honestly very blessed to have it.

Getting mixed signals yet?

I hate my job. Like. Hate it. I like really, really just think it’s plain icky. However, I am one of the most blessed people in the world because of it.

Stumped yet?

I am grateful for this job because, though it’s a crappy side job, it’s a side job that has allowed me to have a roof over my head and food to eat everyday. Truthfully, at the end of the day, if your side job is at least doing that for you, then it is a success.

Now, I am not going to give a speech about how you should always be ecstatic to walk through the doors of your particular crap hole every day. What I will tell you, though, is that you could be a lot worse off.

As of right now there are five percent of Americans who don’t get a job to complain about. Five percent who have much bigger problems then having to get up early for the morning shift. There a group of people, just like you and I, who aren’t sure where their next meal will come from or where they might sleep tonight.

It is also worthy of mention, that it’s because of this crappy side job that I get to do this. It’s what funds the electricity to use this computer and to purchase the needed equipment and software for this expanding project.

I won’t lie to you, I greatly look forward to the day that I get to throw my resignation in the general manager’s face, along with a pair of middle fingers. But right now, I am just glad I have a job to complain about.

So what are you guys, maybe even begrudgingly, thankful for? Or even something that maybe inspiring you this week? Please feel free to share in the comments or, if you are feeling adventurous, shoot me a message on twitter (@punkmusical) about it!

Have a fantastic week!

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