It’s been a good weekend.
I’m writing this somewhere over what looks like Arizonewmexitexas. I’d know for sure if I could see if those are Cardinals or Cowboys car flags attached to cars down there. But honestly, Cowboys fans are everywhere like a bad itch.
I’m grateful for what this weekend past became.
A crew of colleagues in new roles for nearly everyone pulled off the improbable. We delivered a seamless international training event, somehow, someway. I likened it to watching a possum cross eight lanes of highway traffic unscathed.
You don’t know how on God’s semi-green earth he did it, but he did!
I’m grateful for the opportunity to work this convention and give my best. I’m grateful for a company president who inspired thousands – and trusted me with the words he’d use. I’m most thankful for a team of cohorts that rocked it out and got the job done.
What are you thankful for this week?
1-My crew. Yes, they’re the ones I just spoke of. They handled impossible demands in incredible times. They absorbed unrealistic expectations and pumped out quality. They ate calamari and drank sangrias and stomached arena food with me too. Gracias.
2-Texts flying in from my girls. This past weekend in San Jose, I was three time zones away. Each checked in at their own times. Sometimes, to check on me. Other times, to tell me stuff. I loved hearing from them and felt guilty about eating ribeye without them.
3-The woman in the window seat. People rammed me with rolling luggage. Bumped me with backpacks. One grumbled Jesus Christ can you let my wife out first! when I stood up at my seat (I was going to let her out.) One smile from a stranger helped it go away.
4-That moment Camdyn kisses my cheek. It doesn’t matter who’s around. She cares not where we are. When I drop the girl off, she kisses daddy’s cheek. It wasn’t long ago she held my hand in the parking lot, too. I’ll take what I can get.
5-My Recliner. It’s made an appearance here before. I can’t recline it because it’s unplugged. Abu might climb inside and get crushed when I put my feet up. Hell, Abu sits in it more than I do. But when I can find a quiet morning time in it, it’s mine alone.
6-The rising moon on the mountains. I don’t even know what range it was, but the second night in San Jose, a brilliant orange sun rose over the mountains. I thought it was a giant M&M at first. I love it when God shows up.
7-Having a purpose to fulfill; a challenge. This past weekend was that. I wasn’t sure I could do the job but felt damn good I could. And that we’d do well as a team. And that I’d get to meet some of the incredible entrepreneurs I get to work with online.
8-The view from an airplane. I’m like a kid looking out the window seat. Actually, I think about my kids, the two who haven’t flown, especially. Wishing they were here to see stuff and ask questions (not just for Go Ask Daddy.) #WindowSeatSiempre
9-The desire to let quotes set the tone. On my blog, they’re added after I write. In my journal, they’re there before I write. I start entries with a motivational quote. Steve Jobs, Vince Lombardi, Og Mandino. I want to start sharing them with my girls, too, every day.
10-Madison’s sweet words. I posted recently about the Father’s Day detour we took this year. While we watched Die Hard on the couch, she posted a sweet message to dad on Instagram. Really hit me in that spot, you know?
I’m not crying. YOU’RE crying.
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