don't rely on others*

I spent the whole day planned around someone getting something done on schedule. It wasn't done and it fucked the day up. Fine line between not relying on others and having a team support you. 

You get what you pay for and I was trying to cut corners by paying less. The result is time and frustration that would have been avoided without cutting corners. Frustrating.



*this isn't insightful or productive

going to bed at 10pm on a friday night

and I'm fucking amped. Things are heading in the right direction. The time is now young grasshopper, work work work work. I've been waiting for these couple of months for years now. So excited to see what I can do and how I will fail and succeed. So excited to continue to become who I've always wanted to be. So excited for greatness. The time is now. I am excited beyond belief. 


bad day

Sometimes, things just don't go right for me. And then, it's like Jenga, everything crashes down into pieces. Tuesday was like that for me. Nothing seemed to go right and these minors mishaps compound into a mini mental breakdown.

Entrepreneurship is a marathon, not a sprint. Getting mad at these little things, having stuff that is out of my control ruin my day, is never advantageous.

Taking a deep breath, knowing that tomorrow is another day, and not getting so frustrated is important. If I can't win the battle with myself, how am I supposed to do anything else?

pressure

I need to make X happen so that Y happens and I walk away with Z. If I don't do X by this date the world will end. 

I'm in a constant state of pressure. The weird thing is, no one is pressuring me. It is literally all in my head. I'm 21 years old living in New York City. I'm not 45 years old with two kids trying to pay a mortgage.

Chill the fuck out Danilo.

my new favorite place

Harlem.

I've been recently spending time in Harlem. It goes without saying it's a place with character. Tonight, in particular, I went to a restaurant called Babbalucci on 126th. The food was good, but that didn't matter.

This part of town and this restaurant embodies the world I want to live in. I've never been to a place that was so culturally rich in such a relaxed environment. We weren't coming together to support a cause. This wasn't a march We were just there as humans. There were black people, white European people, Indian people, etc. 

It was like experiencing fresh air for the first time. 

I realized that I felt so comfortable, so at home, because I almost never experience this diversity in my life. I spent this past summer living in the Upper East Side. I'd often go to this one restaurant with my uncle. Every single staff member was black and Hispanic, everyone eating in the restaurant was white. This scenario isn't uncommon and it always makes me uncomfortable because I myself am Dominican. It creates an abstract division. 

I fell in love with Harlem tonight.