LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON. THE CYCLE REDEFINED.

Growing up my father had two jobs:

1.) Manufacturing technician

2.) Janitor/Mall chef

None of which were his dream jobs. He did advance to the level of a supervisor at one point. Which, he had always been the type lead. As I’m coming towards my 35 revolution around the sun in a week. I look at my self and essentially I have two careers as well.

1.) Nurse Practitioner

2.) Author/Publisher—small business owner

Unlike my father, I am living my dreams. When I reflect both on my own journey and my fathers, it’s uncanny how many similarities, yet differences there are. It’s like I’m my father in an alternate universe, which, essentially is what a child to their parent is—isn’t it? DNA imprinted in a different time.

My father is brash, a strong man, and intense—I am soft-spoken, kind, and stoic. While we both share characters of intuition, leadership, boldness, and grit. I like to think that I am the future version of what my father worked so hard to create. I’d like to think I took his good traits, and worked away his lesser.

For my future children, I can only hope the same, that some of my good traits will be passed on, while the lesser valued ones will be over come or it’s cycle broken.

I am my father’s son—a newer version, but at the same time. I am my own man.