My vacation has filled me with hope and energy. Or maybe it’s the $100,000 loan. It’s really hard to tell. But either way, I have been working hard with a serious face in place. I look a lot like the younger, business-oriented version of myself today, with of course, less hair and more permanent tan lines.
The phone rings. I answer it. Someone talks and I talk back. I drive to their house. They talk some more and I talk back some more. I tell them how much money to give me and they agree. I drive home and look at my schedule.
It takes hope and energy to do anything over and over again.
And the loan? Well, I spend it like an old man fishing coins out of one of those rubber, football-shaped coin purses. I give it a squeeze and stir my finger around in the money, looking for something just right.