Ending with a Whimper, Magical Mystical Money, Red Rocks, In or Out of Your Control
"The Seven Social Sins are:
Wealth without work.
Pleasure without conscience.
Knowledge without character.
Commerce without morality.
Science without humanity.
Worship without sacrifice.
Politics without principle.
— Frederick Lewis Donaldson
Happy Tuesday, our day ended with the whimper of a grandbaby named Bo. We worked during the day; I ran a morning call and then went to the office to talk to our team. I returned home to set up a conference call with one of my clients; I am pushing that ball forward. But the highlight of the day was my wife picking me up and heading to see our daughter and her kid. Cousin is there as in her friend Dana; it was a family affair.
My biological daughter just reached out via text asking for some time to “see my dad!” I will make sure we carve out time and maybe get to introduce her to the little man. I will share that I got the worst sleep of perhaps last night last month. I got only eight hours which for most is fine, but I like my 9 hours, and I am not sure why I was so restless. My OURA ring shared that my body temperature was up, I feel great, but maybe I’m getting a minor bug?
We are sending another 33 billion to protect the border, not our border, but another country’s border. Does this make sense? Here is a question, where does the money come from? As a business owner, I understand how we generate income and then use that to cover expenses, leaving a profit to give a nice portion to our government. But when you hear the government will provide 3 billion for this and 2 billion for that, where does that money come from? We are 30 trillion dollars in debt? Can we ask questions, or will the new misinformation board tell us to quiet?
It looks like a soggy day here in Indiana. Rain is coming; the sky is grey, a good day to go to the office and jam out some quality work. Our home west has sun and a high of 64; this weekend, we will break into the 80s. This is my favorite time of the year; the flowers are popping, and so are most folks’ attitudes.
One of my clients asked for a referral yesterday. I knew someone in Denver, but not Indy. So, I reached out to my Denver connection, and he could provide an exact match for what my client was looking for. I learned long ago that becoming a resource for your friends and clients was paramount; it’s essential to have a deep bench of various professionals when owning a business.
Roe V. Wade is in the news, a draft was leaked, and some claim it means the end of this Rule of the Court. But how does something like this get “leaked?” Is the change such a radical position change they need to prepare our nation for state rule of abortions? I have shared I am pro-choice; if a woman wishes to kill her baby, it is not my role to stop her. I wish people would not kill babies, but I’m all for their ability to have freedom of destruction of a “cluster of cells.”
Our country is in for a long summer; I believe more riots are coming. The pandemic will try to be reintroduced, but I don’t think the people will buy it. I have friends traveling on planes, and I’m hearing that 4% of people wear a mask and 96% don’t, which shows how most people view their safety from the virus that may or may not have come from Ozzy’s bat. The political divide is widening with both sides getting more militant while those of us in the center watch as the world gets more and more surreal.
My wife is in bed, but soon she will get up. I’ll get my morning sugar, and she will feed our pup. The dog no longer sleeps with us. Instead, she and her new friend Joleen stay downstairs at night and then join my wife when I get up to begin my day. She is set to head over to check on the baby and work from our daughter’s house, we will meet for lunch, and then I have a new connection meeting at 1:00—a referral from a long-time friend and client.
We are buying Black Crowe tickets. We met some friends in Cabo from Toronto, Canada, and they are going to fly and stay with us and attend their first Red Rocks show. Randy and Dar were a chance meeting by the pool, and we hung out most days. They are kind people, retired and enjoying life. We love meeting people worldwide and then love hosting folks and exposing them to the most fantastic music venue in the world.
We plan to stay in Indiana until the beginning of June, then drive back and spend a couple of months west before returning to Indy in August for a few weeks. I realized the other day I love our homes. Equally, I get a charge by returning to each community and connecting with the people we have built relationships with over the past many years. I love Indy, and I love Colorado, but for different reasons.
A little hack I began doing, and it gives me a sense of morning accomplishment. I used to get up and make my coffee, throw away the grounds, make new, fill the water, etc. But I now find that I make the coffee in the evening before bed, and thus when I get up, I flip a switch and have a quick nice dark cup of mud. It's the little things in life. My little hack is akin to making our bed every day; small accomplishments equal baby steps toward personal improvement. I’m not into radical change at my age, just tiny changes to help me become a more effective human.
I trust you are reading these words with a joyful heart. I hope you see the world as a place of opportunity and a minor concern. Remember, you cannot control things, so when you see something a little odd, ask, is that something I can impact, or is it out of my control. If out of your control, turn your attention to something you can control and let something bigger than yourself handle the big stuff.
"The Seven Social Sins are:
Wealth without work.
Pleasure without conscience.
Knowledge without character.
Commerce without morality.
Science without humanity.
Worship without sacrifice.
Politics without principle.
— Frederick Lewis Donaldson
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