I’m writing from 30,000 feet in the air. Not perspective, but literally. I’m experiencing the miracle of flight today and hoping for a miracle in my mind. I’m trying to write myself out of a self-induced funk.
It’s one of those days where though all really is well – and even beyond well – exciting – my mind is stuck on small losses or frustrations that are like that tiny little raincloud following Winnie the Pooh around all day – while everyone else gets sunshine.
Business is very much like baseball – or any sport for that matter. Hit a home run in the first inning, but have a few strikeouts or a dropped ball in the 3rd and the ecstatic feeling of the home run evaporates into thin air. Success feels short-lived, like so many of life’s little pleasures. The perfect cup of coffee is too quickly lukewarm. A great episode of television is over leaving you wanting another. It’s the curse of ‘never enough’ Continue reading