A Shot in the Arse And You’re To Blame; You Give Love a Bad Name!

“There are no facts, only interpretations.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche

A camel awakened me.  Good morning, happy hump day; make sure you capitalize on this midweek bump; it’s a day of action.  So how are you, how did you sleep?  How was your evening? Ours was pleasant, a hot dog night with some television, early to bed, it’s 6:00 a.m., and I’ve been up a spell.

The coffee is rich; my wife just got up, the pup is bouncing on the bean bags, it’s a beautiful day outside, another 80 degrees plus day on the mountain.  We have a busy day today, and then we head east tomorrow to see our kid play some baseball. 

Yesterday we worked in the morning and then headed to Denver.  I got a shot in my arse, then headed next door to the Landmark to see our friend Patrick.  Patrick got COVID in early April; he is maybe the fittest person I know.  He almost died and has some serious complications from the virus. He is fighting many autoimmune issues, and I ask that you keep him in your thoughts; he’s a great man that got a bad hand of cards.

We left there and headed to see our friend Kent; my wife got some new glasses, grabbed a bite to eat, and headed back home.  After working a little, we ran a call with some of our teammates.  We took PVHT for a walk; along the way, we stopped and chatted with our neighbors.   Kevin is doing well, as is Micah, who is making us a piece of furniture.  Adrian, Micah’s brother, has COVID and is doing ok; he will be fine; an interesting comparison between Adrian and Patrick.  Adrian is a heavy machinery operator, in ok shape, and sailed through the virus.  Patrick, again one of the fittest people I know, almost died.  Is the lesson we should not work out or limit our movement? 

I don’t think I’ll be writing about COVID much longer; it’s been 15 months, it’s consumed the country, I’m now able to enter most places sans a mask, people are trusting I’m vaccinated, and I am, and if you are not, I don’t give two shits.  You do you; I’ll do me. I think if folks adopted that as their mantra, the world would be a much happier place.

I smuggled some Eckrich Smokey Links back from Indiana.  Ten packs, that’s 20 breakfasts; you cannot find Eckrich Links back here, so I have to bring them back from Indiana.  I have been asked to smuggle things from CO to IN, and I always refuse.   If you want the equivalent of Indiana Eckrich Smokey Links in CO, visit and get your links. I’m not a mule.

I applied and got a grant to begin learning the positive intelligence curriculum.  If you are a coach and have an interest go here:

https://www.positiveintelligence.com/100x

I reached out to some fellow coaches; I have a pod of 5, including me, that will go through the eight-week course.  I encourage you to apply and learn a new way to manage your mind.  If nothing else, watch the hour video and learn about the sage and saboteur parts of your brain.

As we were taking our afternoon walk, we spied a baby deer.  The baby was maybe a few hours old.  Mama and baby were tucked in the bushes by the road. The newborn had her spots and could barely walk.  My wife took a video that we shared on social media.   It was a beautiful scene that reminded us that spring is a time of new birth and new ideas.  I know it’s a little past spring, but this time, these days are days of growth and new beginnings. Make sure you don’t miss the opportunities something bigger than yourself is providing.

I watched the sunrise in bed with my wife. She was slow asleep; I propped up my head on the pillow, my dog was across my legs, my cat was to my right, my wife’s cat was to her left, thank God for large beds. The sunrise is now a time of reflection for me; where are we, what opportunities are present, what can we do to make our world a better place? I’m blessed beyond measure; I will not squander my blessings.

My father and friend Jerry attended the decades club last night.  My friend Kurt established a group in Indianapolis; it’s a formal meeting where people from different generations get together and discuss current topics.  I’ve attended when in town; it’s a way that a 20-year-old can get into the mind of an 80-year-old and vice versa.  The last time I visited, there were six generations present; I’m proud of my friend and his leadership. 

How are you?  I’m sorry, many mornings, I tend to put the lens on myself and share the goings-on of my life; I do this for my future self, but I would be remiss if I didn’t ask about you.  Are you at peace?  Are you in a place that allows you to give to others and listen to the needs and give of your gifts?  I don’t think I have many duds reading my work.  If you don’t have aspirations to be your best self, I think my work would be tiring. 

I write daily to inspire and sometimes push a button or two that I deem needs to be engaged. I’m a student of our world and try to make sense of the goings-on of our crazy society. I try and internalize what I see and then share my ideas and thoughts on how I view our world.  I’m not right, I’m not wrong, I’m me, and you are you, and that’s the beauty of life, you do you, I’ll do me, and forever we can both be free.  Cheers, brothers, sisters, and transgender people; I’ll be back tomorrow with a fresh take on the happenings of this place we call earth.

“There are no facts, only interpretations.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche