Spirit Animal Coffee, Brandon, Byron, and PVHT

“Our life is made up of time; our days are measured in hours, our pay measured by those hours, our knowledge is measured by years. We grab a few quick minutes in our busy day to have a coffee break. We rush back to our desks; we watch the clock, we live by appointments. And yet your time eventually runs out, and you wonder in your heart of hearts if those seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, and decades were being spent the best way they possibly could. In other words, if you could change anything, would you?”
— Cecelia Ahern

Good morning, I slept like a rock, my Queen, aka wife, is still slow asleep, I’m drinking Spirit Animal coffee, I recommend you check out this brand, my Gawd man, this is the real deal.  It’s sourced from Honduras, a magical blend of beans and life, Spirt Animal, Coffee for the commoner with a hidden animal inside.  Speaking of an animal inside, I saw the headline:

Demi Lovato identifies as non-binary and changes pronouns to they/them. 

My first thought was, who the hell is Demi Lovato?  And then I thought, this is the top thing on Twitter.  Now don’t get me wrong, Twitter is not real life.  But my God, people, what are we doing? 

I’m going on the record; I’m identifying as a ladybug and am changing my pronouns to lady/bug.  Does this seem reasonable, are you of a mental ability to don’t see this as weird as hell?  Look, I am all about the transgender folks, you do you, and I’ll do me, but this is weird.

I’m going to identify as a one or a zero.  That’s binary, so I think nonbinary means 2 – infinity. I’m old, I don’t follow pop culture, but I think Demi is a lady, a seemingly human with no plums.  If she wants to be something else, let’s agree she can do it, but should someone call a mental health professional.

I’m a freaking lightning bug; I’m a tiger, a monkey, an antelope; come on, people, wake the hell up. These are some crazy times, and no one is pointing out the lunacy.  Well, I’m that guy, that white guy (privileged, I know, I’m sorry). I am what I am. – Popeye

A few years ago, we visited Austin, Texas, and did a speakeasy tour.  There are a few speak easy’s down in Austin; we hit them all.  When we returned, our friends Kurt and Julia found a perfect spot for a speakeasy and decided to open one ourselves.  I was tasked with meeting owners of current speak easy’s and picking their brains. 

I met Brandon Anderson, owner of Green Light Labs in the Rhino district in Denver, Colorado.  He had converted some space in the rear of his office into a hidden cocktail joint.  His concept was revolutionary, and I found him one of the kindest men I had met in some time.  We sparked a friendship; we meet each Friday on a thought leaders call.  Although we never proceeded to open a bar (thank God), I got a new friend.

Let me tell you, AGAIN, about my friend Bryon.  He is from Guatemala; he moved here on a green card, worked his ass off, and now owns a company.  We had lunch yesterday; I love our time; it’s always enlightening. He shared his story about coming to this country and starting work on a factory floor.  Learning English and starting in sales, becoming the top salesperson at his firm, then getting an offer to own a company, he now resides in Indiana and travels the world selling his wares. 

He shared about his son, living in Los Angles, cutting hair for folks like Bruce Willis; he charges $150.00 per cut and get’s tips of $100.00.  He and his partners have devolved a hair wax they sell; he sounds like a bit of an entrepreneur like his father.  His daughter just moved back and is looking to open a coffee house in Carmel; I’ll have her join me next week at an event to meet some fellow Carmel business owners.

Byron is about as conservative as they come.  His thoughts on illegal immigration?  Why do some get a free pass when I had to play by the rules.  He shares there is a pathway to citizenship; why can’t everyone follow the path?  He took his kids to Tijuana at an early age and let them see the difference between our country and Mexico; he showed poverty and children with no shoes and instilled in his children a love for our country.

I had the luxury of walking my dog a couple of times yesterday; we had meetings most of the day, but in the 30-minute breaks between Zooms, I would take PVHT out, and she’s learning how to be a good dog.  As a pup, she would bark at strangers; her breed (well, she’s a mix, but a part of her heredity) is very protective, but the more we walk, the more she is conditioned to be curious of others and not concerned.  I had an older couple approach us, and she wagged her tail; they petted her and said, “this is one of the most well-behaved dogs we’ve met in a long time.”  Thank God they caught her on a good day. 

I got a couple of toys for her on Amazon.  A ball that talks and a foam Gumby.  Gumby arrived at 4:30; Gumby was destroyed in 13 minutes, the plush toy is now in pieces, and there is cotton all over the house.  She’s a destroyer.  Get a dog, they said!  We love her quirky nature, her wonky ways.  She’s right now chewing up a monkey; I think she must have been attacked by cardboard in a past life; she can destroy a cardboard box in under 33 seconds.

My wife has just tasted Spirit Animal coffee and shared it has a hint of lavender, chocolate, and a touch of berries. Suppose you take but one action today, order some Spirit Animal Coffee, a life-changing purchase that will have your days starting with love, joy, and happiness.  Cheers, it’s time for this Sherpa to get to work.

“Our life is made up of time; our days are measured in hours, our pay measured by those hours, our knowledge is measured by years. We grab a few quick minutes in our busy day to have a coffee break. We rush back to our desks; we watch the clock, we live by appointments. And yet your time eventually runs out, and you wonder in your heart of hearts if those seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, and decades were being spent the best way they possibly could. In other words, if you could change anything, would you?”
— Cecelia Ahern