Read the green text bubble. While on the first six-mile leg of an 11-mile walking day, sent a group text to a dozen college buddies. Then the green bubble below…
Suspected, because it’s a holiday, that there could be some bandwidth for others to chime in. Sharing some photos from the thread for posterity. Real life in real time. The 13 of us have known each other since 1977-78. We generally have had annual get-togethers since then. Here are some photos in today’s thread…
Rick and Jac are an hour-is away in New Smyrna Beach.
Hop and Tammy (living in PA) at the Jersey Shore with one of their grandchildren.
Carl and Heidi celebrating their 42nd wedding anniversary.
Paul and Ree, and their family in New Jersey.
Friends hosted a July 4th pool party.
Heat index felt like 110 degrees.
Only takes one splash to create a splash party.
Since returning from Australia four days ago, we are slowly normalizing our home routine.
Worth noting we went from three weeks of Australia Winter (temps ranged from 50-70) to Florida Summer with heat index of 110 all week.
Didn’t walk as much as planned in Australia because of the morning’s ‘cold weather’. So being back home, i’m trying to ‘make up for lost mileage’.
This reminds me to remind myself…
Never let society’s embarrassingly low health standards be yours. Set polarizing, high health standards.
This is true leadership.
If you’re not leading yourself first, you’re a puppet.
You’re welcome.
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“If I would be a young man again and had to decide how to make a living, I would not try to become a scientist or scholar or teacher. I would rather choose to be a plumber or a peddler in the hope to find that modest degree of independence still available under present circumstances”. — Albert Einstein
Meanwhile in my zip code, there’s a sea of upscale vehicles, yet the 1990 Toyota suites me perfectly.
There’s even a dinner-plate sized dent on the driver’s front fender. Was going to have it repaired until I realized how much that road-rage induced dent signified how lucky I am to still be alive.
In America, we are constantly tempted to keep up with the Joneses. Why? Because we are afraid of who we really are.
Would you rather be loved for who you’re not or hated for who you are?
