An excellent dinner with my son was made better by a man we may never see again. And my son understands better today why his mother and I enjoy engaging with people we’ve never met.
No, I’m not moving back to West Virginia, though that thought does cross my mind more often than some might imagine. I’m referring to my roots in the real estate industry.
Every time I allowed myself to think I had arrived, I hadn’t. Every time I called myself a failure, I wasn’t. Every moment – each high and each low – was simply a step on the path to this moment. Period.
It is the working man who is the happy man. It is the idle man who is the miserable man.” – Benjamin Franklin
My biases might initially lead me down the wrong path, but I’m not powerless. I can choose to take a different path.
A little over 3 years ago I wrote a post titled, Choose Harder Things. Going to the gym had become “too easy.” I was just showing up. I would do the minimal workout that would allow me to say that I had worked out that day. I was being consistent, but I wasn’t being consistently intense. Writing felt that was to me this morning.