"The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time."
— Mark Twain

Hey Saturday, you look exquisite, join me for some coffee; it's a beautiful morning, I slept in and missed the sunrise, but damn, it seems incredible outside. After a few days of single-digit temperatures, we are looking to climb back to the 50's today and hit the 70s by Tuesday; spring is here!

Tomorrow is my first wedding anniversary. Although a year ago, we had ten make it through a 3-foot blizzard to join us, we have 8 of the ten joining us tomorrow. If this first year is any indication, this marriage has legs; I married the most beautiful woman in the world.

I had a busy morning; my leadership call focused on helping others, and we shared stories of our lives when we were fortunate to use our gifts and talents to impact others. We had twelve join; it's one of my favorite times of the week; we are building a community to kindness and giving; if you have an interest, send me a note, and I can get you a seat at the table.

I then spend an hour reviewing a 300-page contract; it's something I don't enjoy but at times must do. Although I had a call at 2:00 to discuss the contract, I had to do my homework. I think I used logic to make my points; time will tell. I'm dealing with a contract of adhesion; I'm fighting for the little guy. I then joined a friend on a podcast; we talked about leadership and how to run a successful company, it was fun, and I'm honored people are interested in my thoughts and ideas.

I left the house and drove to meet 12 of my business-owner friends for lunch; we meet on the 2nd Friday of each month; it was a great time; I met some new people, a glorious time. One new friend Helene worked for a law firm but shared she had a side hustle; she made games. As she spoke about her side hustle, I could see the passion in her eyes; I shared that when she told of her job, she had an energy of 3, but when she spoke of her side hustle, her energy level spiked to 10.

I took a call from a client; my friend was angry, I understand his frustration. I'll work with him to fix his issue; empathy is good when people suffer. I took responsibility for his plight; I'll work on that project next week. I know I can get a resolution, but it will take time. I hung up the phone and felt sorry for him; he was using energy he did not need to expend; I can solve this, no matter the situation.

I woke up thinking about anger, how it's an emotion I gave up a few years ago. I get angry now and then, but I try to keep my rage internal and work through it to not spill it out to others. My wife sees the flash now and then, but I'm quick to work through what is causing me consternation; I don't have time for anger.

We met some friends about 4:00 at our local watering hole. I got a call from our 24/7 answering service, one of our clients was at a dealership and needed his policy information. I was able to help him provide proof so he could take his new car home. He sent me a text that said, "after all this time, you still got it." He's been a client for over ten years, we try and spoil our clients, another successful interaction.

We got home had some sushi; my wife made buffalo cauliflower with blue cheese tacos; we got to bed early; I'm not sure what we will do today. Due to weather, the pup has been locked in the house; I suspect we will go on a long hike and then find a portal to another dimension. We like to explore the universe on the weekends, one you locate an outlet; it's easy to move back and forth between here and there.

It looks like Russia is now bombing another hospital and mosque sheltering children; that's the headline; I'm not sure if I believe it; I don't trust the media anymore. Every story is slanted with bias and depending on the source; you have no idea if it's an opinion or news. The term gaslighting is now part of our world; you can watch a video, and someone will say this is misinformation.

Do you remember that doctor on the media every hour for the last two years? I think his name was Tony; I've not heard or seen Tony for a few weeks; I wonder what happened? Did we finally realize the man is a sham, a charlatan, a rube? Then, eventually, they extended the mask guidance for airplanes, their final gasp of power-grabbing before everyone woke up. I've got a 12-hour flight in June; I pray that I can breathe freely for the long journey.

I texted my son; it sounds like we should have a baby any day now. That's our second grandkid, with a 3rd on the way in May. Our first granddaughter was born two months before the pandemic; she has lived a sheltered life; I hope and pray the next two are free to be kids, maskless, and are not shackled by government overreach.

Well, that's all I have in my little mind of wonder and fantasy. So, I will await the arrival of my wife down the stairs, getting a kiss before she gets her coffee. Bay is up but hanging in her room; it will be 9:00 or later before cousin sees the light of day. So, for now, it's just Parker Van Halen and Tee Tee and me enjoying the morning, the coffee has never tasted better, and my mountain water is providing some essential hydration to my old vessel.

I think this is the week I will get my first tattoo. It's the letters RFN and stands for Right Fucking Now; my friend who was diagnosed with cancer had the idea, and it is now becoming a movement. I will see if I can get a QR code as well; I suspect people will wonder the significance of the letters; a QR code tattoo directing them back to the website might be an excellent idea. Although my friend said that the QR code will change over time and might lead to another website, I think I'll take my chances. Oh, and to end on a positive note, my friend with cancer is now 100% free will live a long life RFN.

"The fear of death follows from the fear of life. Therefore, a man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time."
— Mark Twain

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