Omar On The Go

Day 38 Organization, one of my great strengths but also one of my biggest weaknesses and let me explain.  If for example I need to do multiple things: my task management skills I feel that are very in tune with the tasks at hand, and depending on the situation I would start with the easy ones all the way to the most difficult ones or vice versa and I think that, so far, it has worked fairly good for me. On the other hand, as a weakness, even though I'm very organized with tasks, and fairly disorganized with things and even though I try to keep my things (office, room, workspace, etc.) organized, I normally fail miserably. What I have learned though, is that at least once a week I try to pick/organize all the mess I might have around that means throwing away old papers, folding clean laundry, putting things away or back to their place, etc. but I also do this on my computer.  Most of the time it gets to a point where my desktop will look like a big mess, so at least once every ...

Day 37 I made again, a stupid mistake of not writing on time due to me being tired as hell.  This is the second time it happens and basically back-to-back to my first failure and now I’m a bit mad at myself for it.  I know this is a stupid project but nevertheless I expect it to be something I can do, every day for a whole year. You see, in the last few years, being engaged for a long time has been a struggle for me because I always find an excuse of something better out there, that’s why I take forever to finish a game and my backlog keeps growing, that’s why I start a book and leave it unfinished, that’s why I buy my art books and don’t touch it in forever and it is very frustrating to say the least. Yes, many times I try to do a lot of things at the same time: being efficient at work, read a book, play a game, go to CrossFit on the regular, study languages, write my blog, watch TV or a good movie, be socially active, etc. and the hours of the day are not enough for all of t...

Day 36 Would love to write, and write a lot but I have a major "issue" at hand at the moment and I'll let the following pic summarize the situation. After 10 days away, I couldn't expect any less. Peace out ✌️

Day 35 One of the biggest lies I got while growing up was a very naive and stupid lie I've been told and circling back to it, maybe has something to do about my general feeling about nudity. Let me desglose it.  You see, for my whole 37 years of life, at home my parents have this huge oil painting of a naked woman and for whatever stupid reason when I was old enough and started asking questions, on of the main ones was : "Who is the lady in the painting on the stairs?"  Since we can't see her face, my brothers would always say: "yeah that's mom when she was a model" and I literally went with it for many years up to the point where I started to repeat the lie myself. I guess my parents found it funny or just too dumb to be corrected by them.   This oil painting was a creation of Sibin in 1997, a close friend of dad from his hometown.  The painting does have some darks stories but those stories will be for another time.

Day 34 First fail of blog - since I should have posted this hours earlier but well tiredness got the best of me and hopefully this won't happen again. One thing I've been doing (but not over doing) is enjoy the amazing food of the Dominican Republic and at home I have the best cook ever. Bombón, as we call her - realname Hilaria which she hates, so she calls herself Marta, but everybody calls her Bombón is this very hardworking woman whom my whole family owes her a lot. Bombón has been working for my family for roughly 30 years and literally has been the hands feeding me, or taking care of me while parents were away, making sure the house is clean and organized, etc etc etc.  Nowdays, at homeonly having my parents living in it, she is way more needed than ever, not because my parents need any special attention, thankfully they don't but more because she is our eyes at home since my parents have the tendency of not disclosuring things to the ones who live abroad (me and two ...

Day 33 Going over old family pictures I came across many of my late grandma whom I never met.  This particular trip has me a lot more curious about my family, and especially the ones closest to me that I never met. At my parents place, in the middle of the staircase, is a poem that my dad wrote to his mother after she passed away as a way of remembrance and to keep her memory alive. If you come to my place, and walk up the stairs, you will see it right in front of you. Impossible to miss and is a bittersweet reminder of a son's love to his mother. Here is the poem, in its original language.  Translate as needed. Madre, te recuerdo Hoy te recuerdo mas Desde aquel frio Enero En que partiste. Recuerdo el gélido beso Que posé sobre tu frente Pero, hoy te recuerdo mas Porque has tenido la virtud De borrar el tiempo M. J. Terrero Cuesta

Day 32 Looking back, one thing that I never really liked about my college years was how competitive the environment felt. I always had that feeling that everyone was on a race to be the very best and I didn't have that urge to overachieve or be the best of the class. I honestly wanted to be done with school, and don't get me wrong, I did enjoy my time there and met amazing people that until today still very close friends, and we did support each other yet the environment caused me a fair share of anxiety cause you never wanted to stay behind, drop a class, fail an exam, etc cause comments around will acuse you of a slacker or not good enough, or whatever nonsense kids would say then. Most wouldn't say that to your face, but you would hear how they refered to or talked about the "old" students at college and in part that had me lose a good amount of hair because I never wanted to become the "old" student who was simply not good enough. That said, and addi...