These are the days

Backyard fishing pier

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From the “everything happens for a reason” files:

— Had I never got fed up with my “life” (as it were) in D.C., I never would have moved to Florida.

— Had I not gotten sick of being medicated in order to exist at the first job I took down here, I never would have met my future boss at a happy hour where my friend Lady L brought me in hopes I’d benefit from the networking opportunity.

— Had I not mended fences with a person from that horrible adventure, and reintroduced that person to an old colleague, they would never have done business while I worked at my new job.

— Had the new job not tossed me out on the street, I wouldn’t have started freelancing.

— Had I not been available for work, I woudn’t have had the opportunity to work with the people I loved/respected from D.C. as they formed their own companies.

— Had I not realized I might have romanticized D.C. just a tad while I endured truly horrible situations, I wouldn’t have kept my eyes and lines of communication open for the next big opportunity.

— Had my two friends that I reintroduced NOT gotten together, they wouldn’t have had the billion-dollar business idea.

— Had I been chained to another job, I would never have been able to join them.

I have stories to tell, friends. Big, juicy, delicious and delightful stories.

“These are the days of the endless summer
These are the days, the time is now
There is no past, there’s only future
There’s only here, there’s only now.”

— Van Morrison, “These are the Days”

These are the days we will reminisce about. The calm days when the magnitude of what we were about to do wasn’t so clear. The giddy days when we could only dream about how our worldwide network was going to join forces and change the industry.

This was what we were put on this earth to do. And it’s almost time to put all other distractions out of the way and go warp-speed-ahead.

This is going to be the best year of our lives. …

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