It’s Tuesday, January 2nd, 2018. Yikes. It’s the first official workday of the new year. I just received my first work text moments ago. It’s the dawn before the storm.
Years ago I loved this time of year. The work just piled in and I was up to my ears in it. It was what I had worked for all my adult life, a successful work life, a successful practice. Now, I see the error of my ways. What you wish for and work hard to obtain will most likely come true.
Growing up and throughout my school years, everyone seemed pointed at a goal. It always centered on making a good living. Everyone had dreams akin to that. I do not denigrate dreams, I now believe we should try to get our kids to aim at happiness and fulfillment as the goal and let what we do for a living fall into second place. Perhaps third. Why? Because work success does not lead to happiness. It can lead to a lot of money and assets but neither makes you happy. What money buys does not lead to mental stability. All you have and all you acquire must be taken care of. It’s just more work to do. In my job I see it every day. I help people attain their financial and job related goals. None of them gets happier or more contented. Many attain riches and those are the few who really understand what I speak of.
I don’t have the answers. For instance, I would love to sell my accounting practice and do something else. Anything else. But, my employees are scared. My wife, who is very supportive of my crazy thought, is worried. I can tell. Everyone wants a safety net for themselves and those around them. I think a leap of faith is all you need. I believe if I make a decision and move in that direction, I will be happier. Make a choice, then work like hell to make it the correct choice. And this time, don’t focus on the money.
I went to work out before I went out to work. Today is lower body. That means I will be in pain all day and unable to walk down stairs. I definitely am aware I worked out. It hurts just to sit here and eat dinner. Yikes. I hope it translates into fitness.
I got home about 11 and cleaned up. The locksmith, Bob, called and was on his way. So though I was ready to leave for work, I didn’t. I waited for Bob. He did show up timely, with his able assistant, daughter Emily. They are changing all the house entry door locks. Tenant is leaving and we ar moving so it seems a good time for it. I have known Bob forever. About 22 years. I have known his daughter a little longer. She was a friend of my daughter. I do like being able to do business with friends. I will miss that nice I move. I may actually have to make new friends. That’s scary.
My Emily got home from her appointment about about the time I was leaving. Had to finally get going.
Drive was the usual not much. Slow pace, steady and no problems.
Everyone was in. By everyone I mean 3 out of 5. But I did talk to one of the no shows. So all back to normal. No more holidays or good times. Sucks.
Spent my day talking to clients and doing the usual administrative work. I need a new line of work. Maybe street cleaning. That would be nice. No phone, no one to see, only paperwork is cleaning it up. I am getting jealous.
Still trying to finish client Franks tax plan. I need only obtain an EIN for the trust and we can fund. Then everyone gets paid. Of course, the IRS system for online EINs is backed up from here to Cleveland. So, I can’t finish. It is completely f…ed up. Where is the Justice?
I did manage to get the monthly billings done. So I will get paid. That’s the only good part of my job, and it’s not that good.
Off to home by 6. Tonight is Tuesday which means Taco Tuesday!! I got to the Carniceria by 645. Sad news, they were out of damn near everything. I was told no three times before they had something. Then I just asked what do you have? And that was my choice. Amazing. They did provide a lame excuse for being out of everything. Dinner was still very good.
Time for bad TV. Watching Ellen’s Game Show. Premise is inane. But people like Ellen so they like the show I think. Oh well.
Just got a call from Chris Parker, my cousin. Late night call from relatives are not known to be good news. And it’s not. My dad’s cousin Jake Compton died. I knew Jake, he was an interesting guy. Had plenty of quirks. Liked driving a truck, but only stick shift. Was a hoarder, of sorts. He saved every newspaper he received. He never cleaned his bathroom. He had diabetes and macular degeneration. He was my dads last cousin. My dad is probably the last of his generation in his family. I am not sure I would want to be last. But you aren’t given a choice. Not sure how my dad is going to be. Probably quite sanguine about it, I am sure. He liked his cousin, they have known each other 80 years, but if not related they may have not been friends. It doesn’t matter now.
Back to bad TV. More Ellen game show. Life, if you can call it that, goes on. At least bedtime will save me. 35 minutes from now.
That was a slow 35 mins I will never get back. Bedtime