Rest came easy last night. Waking this morning just as easy, though I wasn’t quite ready to get out of my warm bed. Maggie was insistent, however, sharing lots of puppy sugars.
A warm cup of coffee, thoughts rolling through my mind, I sit on my sofa to write a note to my friends.
Over the last few weeks I’ve met Pepi Stiegler, Olympic athlete, and dad to World Cup USA athlete and Jackson native Resi Stiegler. Sparkling eyes shine when he speaks, a lovely gentleman.
Reba was kind. She’s flesh and blood just like us. Imagine that. She shops just like we do. Who knew?
My acquaintances are the most diverse people in the world, seriously. I see why success seeks each CFO, CEO, star, athlete, artist, the list is long. The pleasure was all mine this week, receiving spontaneous mentoring from a hell of a professional. I don’t think he realizes when I tell him I’m starting over what ‘over’ is for me. Our ‘over’ - his definition and my definition - are worlds apart. Do you want to be in the same place this time next year, he asks. Yes, I love Jackson. I’m literal, right? No, I don’t think you understand what I’m asking, he tells me...oh, emotionally, financially? Yes, was his reply. No. A firm no. So, for a bit, we talk. As he prepares to leave, he tells me he will be back, that I will dread when he next walks through the door, as he will want to know how I’ve progressed, results.
Work and working hard is exhilarating. I embrace challenge. The problem is direction. I learn and work efficiently when I know steps to take. This is new. Big new. Beginning, taking the first step is probably the hardest. Where to begin? God, are you there? Are you listening?
Flying by the seat of my pants yet again.
Time to shower, get ready for work, and see who walks through the doors today, blessing my life.
Hopeful and happy,
D
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