I’ve been to the remotest place on earth for the last 3 weeks. It was a complete escape from…well…absolutely everything. I couldn’t even communicate with Mom. No news, no phones, no cars, no business, no worries! You can’t even imagine…
WTF did I just come back to?
I want to sell the house, the car….awwww hell….I’ll just declare bankruptcy and get out of this country as fast as I can. What a miserable place the United States has become. I had to fly back into the States through Miami and as soon as I got through customs it was not the America I once knew. No happy faces, no excitement, no sense of adventure in Miami International. Yeah, airport security is rough, but this was different. I was still in vacation mode and didn’t quite put my finger on it. My layover in Charlotte multiplied these sad things I was noticing.
Then I got home. I was walking in the clouds from the most amazing experience of my life and discovered all these people who just wanted to grab my feet and pull me into their hell.
For the first time ever I want to move to a different country.
But there is another side of me that wants to see all my friends, family, and colleagues see past this temporary funk we’re in. You might be cutting back on your spending habits, you might be seeing your net worth drop, or you may even be standing in the unemployment line, but ladies and gentlemen you still have it better than most of the world. Have we forgotten about the things we take for granted?
- Were you able to stand up this morning?
- Were you able to have a meal or three?
- Does someone else care about you?
If you can check those things off, you’re doing well.
Of course you all knew that. Motivational things don’t work on you – too many Saturday morning meetings have taken their toll. Well, here’s some other things:
- The most Generals are made during times of war
- The biggest risk is in not
- You can do anything you want