He arrived at the lake house after a three-hour drive he was never there for.
Whether it was crossing Lake Pontchartrain, driving through the city of New Orleans, or traversing the glory of nature in the marshes and wetlands surrounding Lake Calcasieu, he missed it all.
His mind was outrunning phantoms and, despite the tedium and turmoil, they won.
On top of that, he was still being haunted…taunted by his own thoughts:
Was there a word I could have added during the presentation?
Perhaps a slight change in intonation?
The deal was lost.
ALL could be lost.
The entire company.
Everything it cost to build it.
All we’ve sacrificed.
How would he tell his wife? What could he say? What would he say?
And a more dreadful nightmare took center stage in his bustling brain:
What would SHE say?
But before entering the house, he was graced with a hunch, and for some reason, he listened to it. He didn’t even know why…but he listened to it:
Walk out on the dock first and take a deep breath.
He then let fate guide him around the house and out back, but he never made it onto the dock.
Before he got there, he noticed the sign that hung at the entrance of the wooden pier.
Those three powerful words spelled out in capital black letters against a rusting white backdrop stopped him in his tracks:
“THIS IS IT.”
In an instant, his wooden shackles unlocked and the anvil weighing heavy on his shoulders vanished. The demons occupying his mind had disappeared.
In an instant, he was free.
He breathed deep and said it aloud and slowly, “This…is…it.”
He thought: This is life, here and now.
And now that the race, the battle in his mind, had subsided, he realized that life…here and now…was pretty damn good.
My family is here, happy, and healthy.
And my God…would you look at that.
He finally saw the beauty that was directly in front of his face. He soaked in the ephemeral splendor of this Louisiana lake which appears only for a fleeting moment at dusk; after the sun has set and the clouds are just right.
The luminous light show of blood-orange beams and lavender-laced tufts of clouds was over in a minute, but he was there for it.
He smiled uncontrollably as new, airy thoughts now came dancing in:
The deal may not be dead, but if it is, it wasn’t meant to be.
Our team has made it through worse and we’ve always emerged stronger.
Everything that needed to be said at the meeting was said, with eloquence.
There was no time sacrificed or wasted, and I’ve loved building this company.
I have always been there for my family, and I always will be.
He looked at the sign once more and breathed deeply. A feeling of peace washed over him and something within reassured him: All is well.
He walked inside, beelined to his wife, and hugged her tightly. Then he shared vulnerably about his exhausting day.
She calmly replied with a grin, “Oh babe, we’ve gotten through much worse. Don’t worry, we’ll always be great.”
Their eyes locked and they both smiled warmly.
How did I get so lucky?
This thought surged ripples of pulsating appreciation throughout his body. He felt alive. He could hardly believe the tired, beaten man he had been just a few minutes before.
Night fell quickly. An hour had passed and his wife peeked her head into the peaceful, welcoming atmosphere of his sitting area. The staccato serenade of a jazz saxophonist was playing in the background as he serenely sipped his aged bourbon.
“Psst,” she got his attention then whispered firmly, “This is it.”
“What did you just say?” his entire body turned toward her and his curious eyes beamed with joyous anticipation.
She replied, “The full moon, my love. The kids and the pups are all out back around the fire pit.” She disappeared for a moment, then popped her head back in. She winked and beckoned him with a head nod, “You don’t want to miss this.”
Then again, she was gone.
No, I don’t.
He stood up with a grin, excited to enter the fray of his loving family and make memories he would actually be present for as they were being made.
But first, he pondered one final thought and laughed at his realization:
Where can I get more of those signs?
What I’ve Shared Recently:
January 1st - “Will This Be A Happy Year?”
I shared something new on the first day of the New Year, featuring Rocky and The Man (Who Never Grew Up). Check it out and please let me know what you think, or share it on your favorite social platform:
December 30th - Thoughts on Living In Flow
December 17th - Thoughts on Love
What’s Been Helping Me Unwind
Abraham Hicks: “You’re On Your Path” - I like meditating or stretching with this playing. Also, here’s a shorter Hicks clip that I use as a quick vibe-raiser that helps me feel how I want to feel.
Wayne Dyer: How To Reprogram Your Mind & Manifest What You Want. “A change of feeling is a change of destiny.”
20-minutes of beautiful, calming music - This is perfect for meditating, visualizing, etc.
“The Game Of Life And How To Play It” - This gem of a book, written in 1923 by Florence Scovel Shinn, is literally a game-changer (pun intended). The author uses real-life examples of her clients and friends to convey the power of our thoughts while delivering practical guidance for our own masterful manifesting.
“the little things aren’t little things.” -MM