Fresh Start

Over the weekend, I moved into another place. It’s been done before and it’ll be done again, but I don’t know anyone here. Literally, not a single soul. I like that. Some schmucks attempt to reinvent themselves in the same city, same neighborhood, and same job. In familiar surroundings, with familiar places to eat and drink, and relapse into familiar patterns. The same patterns one had desires of breaking dictate behaviors once again.

I’d love to have a family. I think I’d be an excellent husband and exceptional father, but I’m single, with no kids. As such, I can pack up and move to another city because I’m untethered and unencumbered.

Continuing with my “stick shift” metaphor from a couple of days ago, when I first tried to drive a manual transmission, it was challenging. From second to third and fourth to fifth were almost as challenging as starting from a stop, while on a hill or incline. A friend back then, Scott Meyers would laughingly yell, “If you can’t find it, grind” when I’d shift incorrectly. After a couple of attempts, I’d shift it correctly, finding the slot, release the clutch, press the accelerator, and move forward. Life and business are not so different.

Moving to the next level may not be seamless. It could mean “grinding” the gear. The awful sound resonates decades later, but it holds true. When shifting, if you listen during your transition, you’ll hear it. He’s spoken to me on numerous occasions, directly and through others, and when I don’t listen, there’s a similar “awful” sound. When I’m wise enough to listen, the transition is smooth and natural. The events surrounding this “fresh start” are an awesome rinder. The unit I’m in wasn’t advertised, yet, here I sit. When He lines things up, be mindful, He is the ultimate enigmatologist. He has all the pieces and knows exactly where they belong. He can see the completed because it was His design.

Today, Monday, July 24, 2023, I am grateful that:

The move is over. I’m here and have slept here two nights. I despise moving, yet here I am again. Next move, will be bigger and better, but while shifting gears, you can’t keep accelerating.

Kelvin and Carla are super kind. It’s almost off-putting for people to be so nice. Makes me question their motives, then I recall, heck I’m nice to people too. Most people are. Most people, at least the ones I admire and attract, are kind, friendly, and generous. There are exceptions to the rules, as always, but for the most part, living a life of servant leadership manifests the types of individuals most would consider “salt of the earth.”

I can see a few things needed for my transition. It’s cool that ideation and vision have returned. A couple of days removed from toxicity and normalcy manifests once more. Tenacity is defined as strength of will or firmness of purpose. I’ve done both over the last year or so. Too much turbulence to mention, relive, and recall, but needless to say, it was tumultuous to say the least. With it being over, for the most part, I can move on to what I enjoy and what He has tasked me to complete.

Are you in need of a fresh start?

Have you effortlessly shifted gears?

Where are you in the process? The

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