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Today’s Thought

Charlottesville, Virginia

June 13, 2020

My friend Chuck Nesbit sent me this quote a few days ago. I was just sitting here reading it as I contemplate my aches and pains after a round of golf with my good friends Jeff Harris and Matt Watson. Sounds like I am name dropping, which I don’t mean to do. But Chuck, Jeff and Matt are noteworthy people. 😁

Back to the quote. In a way it made me cringe, in a way it made me smile. I have wasted a lot of time in my life making sure I didn’t take a wrong turn, not talking to new people for fear I’d embarrass myself, and only opening doors when I knew what was behind them. I calculated all known risks and tried to calculate the unknown risks (the Rumsfeld “unknown unknown.”) - try doing that and you are bound to get frustrated. Do something without knowing how it was going to turn out? Are you crazy? I ended up creating a comfort zone that you could measure the diameter of (why are comfort zones always circular?) with a caliper.

I’m certainly glad I’ve been given a second chance to try something different. What amazes me is that in spite of all my earlier mistakes, I have wonderful friends and two awesome kids. 😁

It is frustrating not being on my walkabout - at least the “physical” walkabout. My mind continues its walkabout as I self quarantine. It continues to encourage me to experience “new” - new ideas, new situations, new exercises, a new diet. I feel curious, vulnerable, caring, compassionate, open. I am ok not knowing, not being right - I am ok at failing. Because I know I’m going to be a better person for trying, for asking. And I feel a drive — a passion, I think — for making a difference. It’s not about me - and never should have been.

I really don’t have any idea how this is all going to turn out. I know it’s going to be interesting, though. Great to meet you Uncertainity - let’s go have some fun and make some people’s lives just a little bit better.


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