So little time…

I worked 205 hours in October When I get home and I’m completely burned out, I think about writing, I still have things to say, stories to tell. No time, I  can’t get it done.

My reading has gone to hell. I last 5 minutes with a book before I fall asleep, I nod off during the news, I pass out on the sofa watching a movie. I don’t feel like cooking anymore. I see bits and pieces of football. I almost fell asleep last night during the last inning of the World Series. How did that happen?

I don’t know how I feel about this change in my life? I miss my time with books and words. I miss my time to think and ponder.

Then again, I feel more alive now, I like the BS banter with my co-workers. I like my clients.  I like the transactional aspect of selling. I like choosing my words, I like moving a client towards the right purchase. I like the satisfaction of closing a deal, I like a happy client.

I like the diversity of our clientele, hell I like the diversity of California. One thing I’ve known n it all my life is, you can’t assume anything about anybody. You have to take the time to get to know them. Appearance, skin color, surnames mean nothing. I have black clients, white clients and Latin clients, Asian, Indian and Middle Eastern clients. They are interesting, they have their own stories and they all have unique wants, needs and desires. That said they are all more alike than different. They all want to be treated with respect and honesty. I do that every day.

Our little store is a microcosm of our country, a slice of America. So whenever I get tired, cranky. I reflect that on most days, long as they are, I see the best of us. I see the things we all have in common. Those things are much more important than the things we perceive as our differences.