This previous week was extraordinary, and thick, and interesting. Like the manner in which a decent nutrition bar packs a random blend of regular fixings into an unnatural rectangle. From Monday morning, through the day’s end on Friday, I gorge experienced new open doors, new relationships, serious key sessions, and interesting innovative explorations that suck you in like a dark opening. Or on the other hand perhaps a Dyson vacuum. I fail to remember which one is stronger.
This week I had video conferences with clients, or possible clients in Washington D.C., New York City, Atlanta, San Francisco, Denver, Portland and Minneapolis. I chipped away at plans for impending shoots in Houston, Cincinnati, Atlanta and India.
At the point when I began my publicizing and thought organization, The Weaponry, I had a vision of making the ideal office, the ideal work environment, and the ideal accomplice for clients. While we are noticeably flawed, we are on the correct way, and we are drawing nearer. The question is the means by which near perfection can we really get. The other question, obviously, is who placed the bop in the bop shoo bop shoo bop?
On Friday afternoon, I secured The Weaponry, strolled to my vehicle, and traveled the 17 miles to my home in Mequon, Wisconsin. I left my vehicle in my carport (not Harvard Yard). I stayed there briefly and thought about my week with satisfaction, appreciation and satisfaction. I absorbed the successes of the week. I contemplated every one of the new entryways that are opening. I wasn’t Thanking God it was Friday. I was thankful all week long. And for my better half, little girl and two sons that I would now get to enjoy the weekend with.
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