Make no mistake. Everything we do is an investment. Even if the decision is to do nothing, there is still an investment.
There are times when we put so much into something only to get so much out. There are people we talk to and people we invest our time in, only to find that our investments were poor. And there we are, wishing we paid attention to the red flags we saw along the way.
There was a little stream that ran parallel behind the place on Lindell Boulevard. I’d walk there sometimes to enjoy the calmness of a Florida afternoon in Delray. There were so many things to notice, like the palm trees, or the pool behind the complex.
Some of the rear facing apartments had patios, which were mainly rented by people with grandchildren.
Most often the patios were empty with only a few toys that grandparents kept safe for their grandchildren whenever they would visit. There was something to the atmosphere that was comforting to say the least.
I wanted to send this letter to you with hopes to shed light on a few things. First and foremost, I wanted to thank you for opening my eyes to things I might have never seen before.
The truth is we live in very strange times, which is namely because of you. But then again, you already knew this.
Thanks for the cheaper gas prices, by the way. And thanks for the drop in violence. Thanks for the forbearance plans, which mean very little at this point but still, thanks for pointing out that our attention to detail in not what it should be.
I had never done much professionally or unprofessionally in the field of education or mental health before. I was never educated in the usual classes; however, I have done my share of field research on both a personal and interpersonal level.
I have attended my share of learning seminars and taken a fair amount of courses. I have a few certificates and a strong resume; yet still, I have been subject to the snobbery of those with different experience or higher ranks of education.
There is a quick suggestion I have. I hear people say this all the time too; as if it might be difficult or we need a reminder to do it.
The suggestion is simple.
“Just be nice.”
Sounds easy enough, right?
The truth is not so much.
Maybe in the fall.
. . . It could be
Maybe when the autumn hits;
the scene at Columbus Circle
consumes the city with a sense of
something that no one else could understand
(unless they came from New York City)
I have seen some really cool things over the last few years. I have been invited to places I never thought I would see.
I was part of a wellness retreat on the beach in San Diego. I saw the sunset in Los Angeles a few times. I’ve been flown across country in first class, which is not a bad way to fly.
I have spoken in schools and in front of political stages. I was invited to be part of different initiatives and spoke on different recovery panels. I made the news a few times, which was something that I never thought I’d see.
The best drives are the early drives when the sun comes up. No one else is on the road and the mind switches into autopilot.
The best part of this is the music you choose. And me, I love playing the older songs like the ones I grew up with.
I love the classics that allow me to fall into a time warp. Next, the road is just something I am on. My mind knows what to do. I know when to brake or switch lanes but the music has me someplace else.
I admit it . . .
I am not proud of this but I admit to the pandemic pounds. I admit to the sad attraction to horrible reality shows, which aren’t really real, but yet, I watch them and talk to the television.
I find myself asking questions like, “What are you, stupid?” and getting into these shows which are literally a sad reflection of our society,
Then I laugh at myself. But hey, in times like now, distractions can be lifesaving.
Here we are. May will be here soon. Next is the month of June, which means summer will be here before we know it.
There is something about this time of year. And there they are, the kids. Here comes the next generation, about to graduate, and be free to a whole new scene. God bless them.