More Good News, RACIST Policies, Learning to Get Out of the Way, A Shot in the Ass and You’re to Blame, Darling You Give Love a Bad Name

“Take my hand, and we’ll make it - I swear.”
— Jon Bon Jovi

Hello, how are you? Thursday just showed up; she’s looking Dynomite, sassy, sexy; I’ll deal with her after I pen a few thoughts, but she and my wife are having coffee for now.   Our puppy is milling around, and shockingly I’m sitting by my fireplace in my bean bag writing chair listening to our coffee maker sing and the ladies chatting.

I have a pro tip, I used to do this and quit and have returned to this behavior.  I am in love with instant coffee, I like traditional coffee, but each morning I now take a packet of Starbucks instant and add it to my cup of java.  It’s an extra kick that is like mainlining cocaine.  I’ve never done cocaine, but I did watch Miami Vice, so I know what that means. Then, in the afternoon, I take a packet, put it in my YETI ice-filled water, and treat myself to a glorious iced coffee.

I had a magical day yesterday; I got my work caught up, had our agency virtual meeting, and did a fun exercise. First, we had our staff send in baby or childhood photos, and then we asked the team to guess who was who.  The purpose of the exercise was to show the innocence of each team member, the essence of who they were. Of course, as we age, we take on additional baggage, but as children, we can see the actual being of each other.  

I ran another meeting with my daughter. Can I share she is a badass?  I mean, seriously, I am now at a stage where I work with my small set of clients and let the kids slay the new dragons; I sit back and watch in wonder and awe how many and how big they can find. But, then, build a system of good people and a sales process that works and gets the hell out of the way.  That is my job these days; stay out of the way!

Bay came out mid-day, she and my wife had an opportunity to close on some more new business; my friend Ben reached out last week and asked if I would like to play golf; I have a rule, I’ll play nine holes, he agreed. So I left and met my friend for a lovely day in the sun and mountain golf.  We were paired with another couple; I won’t share their race, it’s not essential, I’m not NPR.  But suffice it to say, two men, one with cerebral palsy, the other non-disabled, and we played a magical round, even sharing numbers at the end to do it again. My new friend with a disability can play golf better than my non-disabled friends; it was enriching for my soul to see a man that was not dealt a good hand make the best of his situation.

My wife and Bay closed the new business; I got a text that one of our agents had landed a significant opportunity with a friend; the deal will put us over the top of our annual sales goal.  Our team is humming; again, I must remind myself to just stay out of the way.  Build a group of amazing people, create policies and procedures to follow, and wallah, you too can live a life most only dream.

OK, here we go, I hate to share this fact, but the COVID pandemic shows that our society is RACIST.   As of this morning, here is the data of those that have been fully vaccinated:

Understand that each community is different; in New, York Asians have a 70% vac rate,  American Indian’s are next, then whites and black or brown make up about 30% of those that have been fully vaccinated.  I share this because you must be fully vaccinated in New York to have your full rights. 

So the mayor of New York and many leaders of other democratically controlled communities are suppressing the ability of 70% of the black and brown communities to live their lives without the freedoms offered to their white counterparts.  Since many think everything is racist, I thought I would share this most exciting stat. For the record, I guess since the vaccine is available for anyone who wants it and it’s free, let the unvaccinated live their lives using their risk tolerance.

I wrote yesterday about some good news, and I got some traction, so I think for the good of humanity, I will begin sharing more good information, but first, let me point out some flaws in our current approach to society.

Crime is up; remember that idea of defunding the police?  How’s that going for you?  In almost every major city, crime is up, and there is a wonderment of government what the hell happened. But, hey, if you remove the police, shit will happen.  Inflation is out of control; it’s going to get worse; you can’t dump monopoly money into an economy and not expect prices to rise.  I’m fine, most of my friends and family are OK, we can weather the storm, but I feel bad for those not in a solid financial position. So grab your Billy Beer folks; we’re in for an economic reckoning.   Over a million folks have crossed the border since the new administration took over; it seems the last administration had immigration under control, but never forget Orange Man bad.

That’s the bad news, but here is the good news, you don’t have to live in a city, you can move to a rural area.  You can move to where the policies and the politics align with how you want to live your life. For example, I live in a free community; crime is not up, I don’t hear gunshots, I don’t see a lot of the problems our bigger cities are facing, if you live in the city, you are free to move, freedom still exists in some parts of our society.  We still fly the American Flag in our mountain community; most of us are proud AF to be American Citizens.  If you are not happy with our approach to life, you are free to move to another piece of land; the world is a prominent place, no one is making you stay in the best, most accessible, opportunistic place on earth.

Another glorious day on top of our mountain, I’ve got some work to do, mostly just staying out of the way; I will meditate, garden, and go for a two-mile hike. Then, this afternoon I’ll head to Denver and meet up with about 40 of my friends, sipping a cocktail and recounting how amazing it is to be returning to a free society. After that, I’ll get a shot in my ass, and we will stop by our favorite dispensary to pick up some medicine; that’s my life, how is yours?

“Take my hand, and we’ll make it - I swear.”
— Jon Bon Jovi