Summer of my discontent

I don’t know about you, but this was truly a boring summer. I guess that I had to wind down from all the excitement of my daughter’s senior year playing award-winning basketball for Hillsdale College.

I didn’t go on any trips except for a family reunion in Washington D.C. I didn’t update the house or put in new landscaping – which means more work and money to be spent later. I didn’t update my Web site or launch a new venture (which I’ll have to do in the fall).

It was quiet. It was dull. It was recessionary. It was often cold and rainy. Yet, it was life.

What I did do more of this summer was simply listen. I listened to the stories of those without jobs. Those who have been ill. Those who’ve lost a loved one. Those who’ve lost houses. Women whose long-term marriages failed – with husbands who just up and left. And, I feel lucky. Daily I count my blessings and thank God for a great life, smart kids (mine and others), a solid business, love, laughter, close friends and good health.

I guess sometimes life needs to be dull. It helps us regroup, rest and get ready for the next curve in the road. I wouldn’t mind if that curve leads to greater opportunities and a better economic climate. That would be the shot in the arm we all need.