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My grand strategy

February 5, 2017

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Today I turned 43.

The number doesn’t bother me. When I look back on my past accomplishments, both professional and academic, both modest and respectable, I’m comfortably reminded that I’ve always been a late bloomer. The great triumphs — comparatively great — always came right the end of each chapter of my life, just when the time came for me to move on and start over somewhere else. Perhaps for someone like me, with my ambitions, that’s the way it’s supposed to be. Every day begins with two thoughts: “There’s still a little time left. Relax.” and “Pretend this is your last day on earth because one day it will be. Work faster.” I stagger through the days wavering between those two sentiments.

At the end of 2014, I completed a master’s degree in U.S. history at the University of Texas at San Antonio (UTSA), topped off with a 190-page thesis — the cherry on the sundae. I never had so much fun — ask the people who know me … “fun” is not a word they ever expect me to use. During that last half of 2014, I attracted the attention of UTSA’s Communications office, which sent a reporter to profile me, perhaps to hold me up as an example to others, perhaps to highlight the interesting and intelligent people enriching and enriched by the UTSA’s wonderful History Department. Perhaps it was just my turn. Nevertheless, I was flattered and honored. I shamelessly shared it throughout social media, as I am now. “We are all very proud of you,” one of my beloved professors wrote me. My heart burst with teary pride — the rarest of my few expressed emotions.

The best part of the article came right at the beginning. The first paragraph captured the grand strategy I set out for my life: “At an early age, [Ortiz] charted the life he wanted to lead: journalist, academic scholar and author.” At some point in my twenties — not sure when, exactly, but probably as I began to seriously study history and biography — I determined to approach life with a larger consideration: “How will I be remembered?” I knew enough to know that a great legacy was constructed with small pieces, carried one small step at a time, and sometimes at first only imperfectly constructed. I held close to my heart a few simple rules. Never turn away from a challenge. Never shrink away from leaping out of your comfort zone into unknown terrain. Never decline the opportunity to fail. Never fail to learn from those failures. All are easy to say and painfully difficult to follow.

In early 2015, I was honored when Dr. Catherine Clinton, a leading Civil War scholar, asked me to assist her with some special research for a few months. Just as that ended, I was honored yet again with an offer to actually teach U.S. history to college undergraduates at Northwest Vista College and then again at UTSA in 2016. Solitary research and writing — annotated bibliographies, briefing memos, etc. — is ideal for someone as shy as me. Teaching and discussing U.S. history with 70 to 80 young men and women is not. I stood in those classrooms and wondered how I could teach these young men and women. My comfort zone was nowhere in sight. Nevertheless, I knew when I accepted the challenge that I was undertaking the most difficult and the most important job of my life. Perhaps someday I might actually be good at it (though student applause is always reassuring). These are a few of those crucial pieces of the larger something I am trying to build, just as the men and women who came before me struggled to build their own lives, faced down their challenges and fears, and took one more step forward.

My Peruvian great-grandfather was prosperous fisherman who owned a fishing fleet. His son, my grandfather, was an Army general and special forces commander. His son, my father, is a physician. My father’s son — me — is … what? I was blessed with generous, loving, and supportive parents, who always pushed my brother and me to succeed. They trusted us to find our own way within their explicit expectations. It was assumed that we would become productive and honorable men as we kept in mind who built the comfortable world we inhabited. My interests guided me toward history, literature, and psychology. My mind naturally blossomed as historical concepts, literary theory, psychopathology, and the hourly drama of news cycles all caressed, molded, and ignited my growing intellect and imagination. But I realized that some kind of structure was needed. Simply wandering through my interests was not enough — it all had to amount to something in the end, something my descendants would look back on and admire … and perhaps emulate.

In some small way, this blog is an expression of that grand strategy. I’ve written about and shared with my readers my love of podcasts and photography, of the Civil War and fiction writing. I’ve shared with them a plethora of strange stories and documentaries, thoughts about Hemingway, rum cakes, books, and TR. They’ve experienced my passion for “Miami Vice”, Elvis, a Louisiana woman fleeing Union invasion during the Civil War, and a Cuban woman who disguised herself as a man and savored every moment of that same brutal war. Each piece fits into the larger plan.

In these later years, I perceive a small but steadily growing pool of wisdom fueling a clear philosophical perspective on the increasingly complex calculus of my life. Every failure becomes simply the moment when a fresh opportunity is revealed to me. Every hard-earned success merely offers a better vantage point on the harsh terrain ahead. As I move into this new year, from my new vantage point I can take in a horridly-jagged landscape stretching out before my eyes, seemingly endless, on into the horizon. But that far-off horizon is gleaming. The shimmering edges are only now in sight, the barely-perceptible glitter drawing me forward, igniting the ambition filling my heart, and steeling my spirit for the disappointments, setbacks, wrong turns, and frustrations darkening the journey.

My grand strategy, glowing in my soul, burned into my mind, never leaves me. The sweet promise of a final victory — a life well-lived — is my last thought as sleep and dreams wrap their arms around me and carry me away into the silent night.

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19 Comments
  1. Happy birthday!

  2. Happy birthday

  3. aguywithoutboxers permalink

    Congratulations! 🙂

  4. I hope you have a very happy and blessed birthday!

  5. creative penchant permalink

    Happy birthday! I too see a glimmering horizon!

  6. Happy Birthday to you. I usually give a gift of a song for a present. Do you have any particular preference, jazz, blues, a story, classical, etc.?
    Leslie

  7. Happy Birthday! Have a wonderful day. 🙂

  8. I really enjoyed this piece, a lot to relate to. Thank you and happy birthday.

  9. I’m currently in the phase of trying to figure out the structure, because I have way too many passions and only limited time. And I still need to make some money.

  10. All I can say to your grand strategy is….Ditto!

  11. Well, happy birthday, welcome to another aquarium…

    chris

    i turned fifty-eight, two days ago…

  12. Happy Birthday and many more.

  13. Great reading about the grand strategy – Happy birthday as you grow in wisdom:-) Best. Chevvy

  14. Happy Birthday. Congrats on your accomplishments.

  15. SHUTTHATNEGATIVENOISEOFF! permalink

    Hi, I nominated you for the Versatile Blogger Award. No pressure. Link as follows :

    https://emmaonegrete.wordpress.com/2016/02/05/the-versatile-blogger-and-room-101-award/

    Continued blessings, Emma

  16. Happy birthday:) I hope someday I will get to that higher vantage point too and find peace of mind which I am forever seeking

  17. Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.

  18. We are all works in progress, which is why it would be unwise to measure ourselves by accomplishments-to-date rather than the legacy we leave behind. Your “grand strategy,” a life well-lived, is as much as any of us can dream of.

  19. Belated (by more than a month) Happy BD. I enjoyed reading this older post and feel like although I came upon your blog late in your blogging career, I really like the person I met who wrote this post. I guess if you’re in your forties and I’m in my 70’s you could be one of my former successful students. You’re too old to be a grandson, and too young to be a son, so you’ll have to settle for blogging friend. I shall read your posts much more carefully in the future and comment on them more often. Although I’ve followed your blog for a while now, I feel like I met you reading this blog.

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