A Very, Very, Very BAD DAY

“Sometimes in life, we need a few bad days in order to keep the good ones in perspective.” — Colleen Hoover

“Sometimes in life, we need a few bad days in order to keep the good ones in perspective.”
— Colleen Hoover

Good morning lovely, beautiful, stunning people.   I hope you don’t mind; I’m going to watch the sunrise as I pen a few thoughts.  When was the last time you got up to see the morning art made by something bigger than ourselves?  PVHT has decided to join me, I’m typing, and she’s sitting on my bean bag.  

The fireplace is burning to my right; my coffee is strong, and the sun is just starting to peek through the clouds.  We took a 2-mile walk with PVHT yesterday; we stopped by friends and bought a bed he had made from aspen trees; he also designed a piece for our foyer.  As we walked, our neighbor to the east stopped us and asked about all the “contractor activity” at our home.  She and her mother-in-law visited later in the day and got a tour.

I ran a quick call with a  friend in Indy, and then we headed to town to meet our friends Mark and Willie.  K.C. and Bay joined my Queen and me.  We caught up; it was the first time we’ve seen Mark since the pandemic; he just got a new corvette, like many, he thrived during the last year.

Yesterday morning I had breakfast with a young man.  He’s graduating from college; I was interested in what his plans might be.  He’s got a penchant for real estate, so I’m going to connect him with a couple of people in that space.  I had no idea the young man was a musician; connecting with today’s youth gives me hope for a better tomorrow.  There are some intelligent, well-intentioned folks under the age of 25; it’s good to connect with the next generation.  We old folk can learn from these youngsters.  He shared some info on cryptocurrency; I think I’ll lean on him as I continue to invest in counter-culture cash.

They did the walkthrough of our indy home yesterday; I am having our corporate attorney review the agreement with the firm that will be leasing our home. Thankfully we have folks that can meet them, let them in; thank you, Peggy and Mary.  We are very fortunate to have good friends in both our communities.

I’ll spend some time today booking our Furkot Trip home.  I’ll pick a couple of Air B and B’s, pet friendly; we will load up PVHT on Monday morning and begin our trek back east.  I’ve got a few appointments booked when home; I’ll set a few more up today; I seem to be busier when back East; I sense the world is opening back up.  People want to return to normal, and if yesterday is any indication, the world is reopening.

Remember fourteen days to slow the spread?  That fourteen turned into 400 plus, but people seem to have comfort with the vaccine now readily available.  I see where a few venues will require proof of vaccination; make sure you have your “papers.”  The Johnson and Johnson version will be making a triumphant return.  I would have opted for that, but we got the Pfizer when they stopped offering the J and J; two shots are better than one.

If you are reading this and are triggered that we got vaccinated, my apologies; it was our decision.  You do you, and we will do us, and may we live happily ever after.  When our neighbor stopped by to measure for the bed, we had a good chat about a difference of opinion.  He pointed out that formulating your ideas and thoughts is not a bad thing and if we disagree with each other, look for common ground. It seems so simple, but I sense some opinions and ideas are being suppressed in this woke world.

As we began our walk, we were cautioned to be on the lookout for a mama bear and her two cubs.  We met them last year, Mom and two babies that are now a year old.  Bears are not something we had to look out for when in Indiana; it’s an added layer of awareness.  We’ve got a herd of deer now visiting up daily; Parker seems to be intrigued by our guests; they don’t seem to mind her; it’s wild living on top of a mountain.

We’ve got our monthly sales meeting this morning.  I have had the team report their numbers weekly.  I think we had a pretty good month; we are over the goal for the year; we designed a simple point system to give a leading indicator of who is being proactive.  Our daughter did a presentation the other day and got four new opportunities; it’s nice when a plan comes together.

I’m convinced if you get up, work hard, be diligent with your time, you can have success.  It’s not hard, although some want to play the victim and scream, “it’s not fair” the rest of us are putting in our time, building wealth, and creating a treasure chest for the future.

I get my blood work back today.  We will head down the hill this afternoon; I need some B-12 and some testosterone.  It’s what this older man relies on to stay young.  I’ve been getting treatment for four years or so; I recommend if you are over fifty, you have your T tested; it’s been a game-changer for me.  A side benefit is getting your blood checked every six months.  If I have something going on, they will catch it. So far, so good; my Thompson Genes are serving me well.

Well, that’s enough soup for today.  I trust these words find you in a good place.  I hope you were able to catch the sunrise and, if not, catch the sunset; it’s also unique and is a reminder that there is magic in the world.  A ball of fire does not simply rise and fall day after day without a bit of hocus pocus—cheers to magic, hard work, vision, execution, and living your best life.

Oh, and if you are confused by my title, my writing coach advised my titles were too happy and shiny. If I focused on the negative, my readership would improve.  I’m a happy shiny fellow, but I wanted to run a little experiment.   Does the negative garner more attention than the positive?  We shall see.

“Sometimes in life, we need a few bad days in order to keep the good ones in perspective.”
— Colleen Hoover