Oh Eight, Oh Eight, Oh Eight

First of all many, many thanks to those of you who supported my ride to benefit The Jimmy Fund last weekend. It was an amazing, inspiring, and moving experience. Plus I had a blast riding my bicycle across eastern Massachusetts. That was easy compared to some people’s stories of survival and loss. So thank you!

Today I’m told by those who know such things is a very auspicious day. Ok I’ll buy that. Even though it feels like any other normal day. I awoke. That’s a miracle right there. I talked to some of my employees, a couple of subs. Dealt with the usual client stuff. Had a chance to watch my youngest son do his breakfast show. Gave a kiss to my honey before she went off to baby swim class. So nothing extraordinary about the day so far.

Except this; in all the mundane routine that fills my day there is this gleam of magic. It has never happened quite like this before. This day I mean. There is a huge space right outside my office waiting to be filled. Sorry Mom but here’s that idea again: the unknown. But that’s it isn’t it? We walk out our door to our same experience but in reality every time we blink it’s something new we see. Or not.

Maybe the opportunity to see the perfection, the grace, the uniqueness that is our existence is lost on us as we plod through life. And so 08/08/08 becomes an opening, a reason to say “jeez this day is something special…” and go about appreciating all that we have.

Tomorrow is the 9th. I think the number 9 is auspicious. I think tomorrow will be quite a special day too.

Meanwhile I am going to enjoy this one like it’s never happened before. That to me is what it’s all about. Create it like never before.

Love ya kid-

J

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