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.