Drip. Sip. Ahh. Coffee may be one of my biggest vices. If that’s the case, I feel pretty good about the vice level in my life.
December proves to be a historically bad month for me. The past four years haven’t been pleasant. And this is my attempt/resolve to change the record this year. There’s a lot on my plate in order to make this month count for more than just 31 days to kill and a few holidays sprinkled in between them.
It’s reflective of the fact that we don’t always have to walk the lines of our history. If you travel to the same place you’ve been before, you’re simply walking in circles.
The roar of a Ferrari is more than enough motivation for me to return back to work and hammer out the details that tend to plague me.
However, hard work isn’t the same as hard work. The single mother who works three jobs while supporting her family is certainly harder of a worker than a Wall Street executive. However, the Wall Street executive played a few more of his cards right and landed with a Park Avenue apartment. We all have cards. Working til you sweat, dodging sleep, and toiling endlessly doesn’t equate to more zeros at the end of your paycheck. We have brains, minds, and the ability to strategize. Let’s use it.
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