Some Days
Are great days.
I aim to post one blog per week. It’s an attainable cadence for me.
Blogging is one of my favorite parts of the gig. I write. You read. It’s cathartic to get some thoughts out of my brain and onto Paper (I nicknamed my laptop “Paper”).
I do struggle to find a topic. Oftentimes, a topic will just hit me. Other times, I’ll stare at my computer with no thoughts in my brain. Occasionally, I write 20 random sentences down and pick the one I find most interesting. And sometimes, I’ll have a topic so obvious and easy to write about.
Today’s blog should have fallen squarely in the latter bucket. I just threw a coffee party for 60 of my closest friends and family. The turnout was incredible. The support was mind-numbingly positive. I’m so insanely grateful for this past Sunday.
I had every intention of writing about this party. I would’ve written an easy 1,000 words about the party. I would’ve talked about how the sense of community is what we’re striving for. I would’ve tied it to a cumulation of all the hard work I’ve put into this brand. I would’ve gotten great feedback from attendees about how much fun they had at the event and how proud they were of me. I would’ve snuck in a few keywords to boost the SEO.
Alas, things change.
I walked out of my apartment today wearing a ratty Bruce Springsteen t-shirt, a pair of gym shorts that were sorta dirty but not fully dirty, a free trucker hat, my Birkenstock Boston clogs, and a leather backpack around my shoulders.
My next hour was supposed to consist of walking into a new coffee shop around the corner from our apartment and writing about this incredible party experience.
In case you’re REALLY bad at picking up hints, that is not what this blog is going to be about.
There’s a video I see circulating the interwebs every so often. It is from then-Napoli manager Gennaro Gattuso. He states:
“Sometimes maybe good, sometimes maybe shit.”
Today was one of those “sometimes maybe good” days.
So I scrapped the blog about the party. Why? Because it can wait.
You know what’s not going to wait?
How elite Jersey City feels right now.
I walked past that coffee shop. And kept walking. Until I found a spot in the sun. Overlooking the Morris Canal Basin that feeds into the Hudson River. A bench (with back support) that looks directly at Lady Liberty.
I had bad nights of sleep the past few nights. I bit my tongue twice yesterday. My apartment is a mess. I’ve been slipping into bad habits of scrolling on my phone in bed. This company is not where I want it to be yet.
There are some really, really bad days. Days I want to quit. Days where I never want to leave my bed. Days I wish I never discovered coffee altogether.
That’s not today.
There’s an elderly couple a few benches over, holding hands, laughing wholeheartedly. A ferry boat driver just waived at me and I saluted him back (who the f**k do I think I am saluting him). I danced on the sidewalk to a Brooks and Dunn song. I saw a few handsome pigeons posted up on boats (I love pigeons). The four-legged good boys and good girls are out for their afternoon walks. The breeze is tickling my arm hairs.
Right here, right now, it’s all going to be okay.
Right here, right now, I’m at peace.
I have a loving family. I have insanely supportive friends. I’m married to the woman of my dreams. I run a company that brings a smile to people’s faces.
This is my perfect life.
In this moment, I’m truly happy.
So yes, that blog about the party can wait. The papers all over my desk can sit there for another few days. I’ll sleep through the night eventually. My tongue will heal (hopefully).
All in due time.
But this current moment is my moment.
I encourage you to take a moment for yourself today. Everything else can wait.
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^this was supposed to be the last line of this blog, but a song just came on and the words were too relevant not to post:
“And it’s a great day to be alive. I know the sun’s still shinin’ when I close my eyes. There’s some hard times in the neighborhood. But why can’t every day be just this good?”
