I have had a really nice weekend. It was actually a little relaxing for a change. I was able to take some time today to lay in the sun with my cats. We did not go outside, however. The ground is still a little wet because of the spring storms we have been having. So, instead, I opened the curtains in the bedroom to let the sun shine in on the floor and I spent about two hours just laying, talking and playing with my little friends.

It gave me some time to think and reflect on what I have been doing over the past seven plus years. I sometimes feel like I have traded so much for the ’success’ that I am striving so hard for. I have lost track of time, friends, and sometimes myself. But I cannot just give it all up either. It is who I am. I realized that deep down I really enjoy working as hard as I do.

I have an insatiable drive for something more, some call it success, but I call it a better life. I was not fortunate to grow up in a well to do family… in fact, we were just the opposite. My father always wanted to find the next thing, the next idea, that would make him money without having to put in the effort or investment. I also never felt like my family loved or cared about me. We always fought. Usually about ideals, religion, politics… The only relatives that I had a connection to died when I was young or lived too far away. I was left with people who only wanted me around to benefit from my amazingly high IQ and ability to pick up with exactness any and every talent I chose.

I learned to read at age two and started to realize the dire situation I was in at about age five. I started reading book after book trying to find something more to life than to be left in the same small town surrounded by the same people who were going nowhere fast. I latched on to businessmen and leaders who were in one of the neighboring cities and started to learn everything I could from them. One in particular, Preston, would come by, pick me up and take me with him and teach me about business and how to treat others with respect and dignity. I think he saw something of potential in me and wanted to help nurture it.

When I was ready to open my first company, Preston took the time to join the city council meeting and speak on my behalf so that I could get my permits. I was only sixteen years old at the time and the city would not let me proceed being under age. But with his voice and support the city approved me without dissension.

It was then that I realized that to be happy and content with my life, I needed to be that same kind of person to other people. I have since found myself in the company of hundreds of leaders who care about the future of people, some who have just enough money to make it through and others who have hundreds of millions, a few billions, of dollars. All putting their full efforts into making the world a better place. (None of whom care for the current political climate…  )

So, as I relaxed this weekend and thought about my future, I wondered what was my place in the world. Where could I fit and what DO I want to do for the betterment of humanity? Inside I know the answers to these questions, sometimes it is just hard to be that honest with one’s self and recognize, so bluntly, the truth of facts staring back at you. So, I kissed my cats on their heads, they like that, and went back to work. I guess my time will come. I just have to keep myself and the world in perspective.

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Today in History - March 11th

In 1978, nine Palestinian Al Fatah guerillas hijack a bus in Israel, killing 34 civilians and wounding 70 before being killed by security forces. The Israelis retaliate by invading southern Lebanon three days later, under codename ‘Operation Litani’.