mother dearest

mom. madre. momma. 

for those of you that don't have the privilege of knowing my mom, i'm the spitting image of her. literally. she has recently taken up a new hobby... running half marathons. and for that, i could not be more proud. i participated in one of them with her and i must say, it's not as easy as it sounds. give it a whirl. you'll be dead. or dying. or both. she has kept up with it, getting excited all over again when one she ran last year rolls around again. the hard core training, on top of a full time job i might add, and still being there to be a mom to both my sister and i. 

just call her Wonder Woman. 

she has been an inspiration throughout my life. as a girl, it was, and still is, nice having a role model in my life that is comfortable in who they are. someone that has encouraged me to be me and not worry about what everyone else thinks. after all, i AM Sam Felter. every girl needs a positive adult role model to model their own life after. or at least go to for tips and tricks!

she has provided me with the comfort and ease of talking to her about anything without making it weird or awkward, which often provides us both with a good laugh. from jammin' to country music around town, to making me do push-ups along with an app. we both have to get in shape for summer. the bonding moments never cease. 

she pushes me to do my best, be my best and strive for anything i want to accomplish. 

but most of all, she's my mom and she's there when i'm sick. cause Lord knows i'm a helpless lump when i'm sick. rendered useless, she brings me soup for dinner and buys me sprite and crackers. i couldn't ask for a better mom!

daddio

my friend Bri, who often keeps me sane, gave me a great topic to write about for the next three posts. my family. so here it goes.

dad, rad dad, daddio, padre.
as cliche as it is, he truly is the only man in my life that i can ALWAYS count on. whether it is for advice, help with school, or even money! :) we have had our fair shares of disputes, bickering and jokes and he still loves me as much as i love him. he holds me accountable. he lets me learn on my own, then keeps me accountable for my actions. he is there to pick me up when i fall.

i am capable of all the things i have done, am doing and will do in the future because of my dad. he gives me the encouragement i need to believe in myself. he has taught me one of the most valuable lessons i have learned in my 19 years of existence... "No Worries".

it's like Hakuna Matata. but it's the better, David version of it. it is the surfer's mindset. the mindset that keeps your head held high in troubled waters. the phrase that keeps you sane when you think too many people are pushing your buttons. when you think you have had enough, it allows you to just shrug it off like nothing is wrong.

my dad pushes me to be my best. i am Sam Felter. that may not mean a lot to y'all, but to me it means everything. it is that simple little nudge that gets me through something. that makes introducing myself to someone new that much easier. i am Sam Felter. i can do anything. i can conquer all. cheesy, yes. but true none the less.

because of my dad, i have completely come out of my shell. i was not the person i am now when i was in junior high. whether it's study habits, personality, physical appearance, etc. i am completely different. i express myself. i am who i want to be. having my dad, well, he's the back up and the support i needed to make that all possible.

no worries

i'm failing miserably at keeping this thing updated. i need to get back on this.

i had my first weekend road trip with friends this weekend.
it was good.
it was bad.
i was happy.
i got irritated.
i learned a lot about myself.

my patience levels are horribly low. i've decided that i'm replacing soda with patience. giving up soda for lent, using that to spend time with Jesus and work on my patience. i need to be slow to speak. i need to work on my filtering of my thoughts. i have to be able to listen to people, take a deep breath and calm down. i get heated too quickly, too easily, too often. i'm going to cause myself internal problems if anything else. i risk losing friends and hurting friendships. i need to be able to keep my mouth shut.

this weekend showed me just how much i need those things. how much i love my friends, but don't understand their thought processes and why they say the things they do. however, i don't always need to comment on them. i don't need to point it out. i just need to go with the flow. "no worries". this was a learning lesson for me. it's a process. like everything else i do in my life. nobody stops learning. every day you learn something that you didn't know before, or may have forgotten.