Hope…

Miss and I just planned an epic 42nd for us. We’re working/living in Europe next July. I’ve never been away from home more than 2.5 weeks. Gonna double it to 5.0 next year. Damn. She smiled from ear to ear upon hearing my declaration. Good.

Introduced five newbies to their crazy community. Practiced 7 good minutes 5X. Was freakin’ magic.

Took another client into the 8 Essentials of Leading Teams. He’s days away from leading HIS first team. Damn. He’s gonna be great.

Practiced with my apprentices. They are both reaching beyond their capacity. And, both are better than they know. Gonna be fun to grow old watching them grab the reins. Blessed beyond belief.

Reminded my craziest client he’s way too hard on self and down on self. Made him start score-carding his progress. He’s grown 5X over the past few years. Reminded him. Tears of joy ensued. Reminded him next week we’re back to the ASS kicking for his own good. We laughed. Good.

Been a blessed 24 hours even though I’m bummed too. Poison and wine, remember.

You can live without food for freakin’ ever (20ish days in reality). You can live without water for 3. Hope? You won’t make it a day. Do not underestimate your hope score, friend. You must find hope in whatever is your situation. When you lose hope, you are lost. The human spirit runs on hope. Fact. My hope is found in Jesus Christ. Has been for a hot minute. My hope is built by more surrender, not by more success. Damn. My hope continues to increase as I age even though I’m more aware of my losses and pains along the way. I hope you get my message and continue to dream and do. I have high hopes for you, my friend. You?

Live hard. Love ❤️ harder…