The Finish Line — Sept. 27, 2021

The one-and-only competitive footrace I have ever won came during Field Day 1980 at Pound Ridge Elementary School in suburban New York. I was in kindergarten, on the green team, and was a part of the 50-meter dash. I remember being most fascinated that day by the starters’ pistol, wondering if it contained real bullets and, if so, where they might be landing.

Those questions faded when the gun sounded for my race. There’s a freedom to running when you’re a kid. I look at 5-year-olds with the benefit now of more than 40 additional years and think they look funny and awkward and slow. But that day, I felt like I myself had been shot out of the pistol.

I remember being surprised when something started to wrap around my head. I hadn’t been looking up and had burst right through the finish line tape, in first place.

Today, I crossed another finish line and felt that same exhilaration.

Just more than a year ago, I started at a job I loved but that did not pay the bills. So I created a plan that I kept to myself until the race was almost done. I was rebuilding my life — again — after the latest Series of Unfortunate Events, some of which were excruciatingly self-created. I am, no doubt, my own worst enemy.

But this rebuilding was going to be different. It was going to be methodical and have a definitive goal. The plan was simple:

  1. Work my ass off until my current employer recognized my true value or until I made myself marketable to other companies once again.
  2. Professionally ask for a salary increase to a rate that accurately reflected my value in the market.
  3. Absent a salary increase, find a forward-thinking, progressive company that paid for talent.
  4. Find some way to bring in a chunk of change to restore a sense of financial security to my family.

Today, with the closing of the sale of Old House, that plan is done. Three hours after we signed the papers, the proceeds landed in our bank account. Tonight, I paid off some of our remaining debt. Tomorrow, I will pay off the rest. Then I will refill a proper emergency fund, put some money aside for the newer-to-us cars I’d like to buy someday, start a travel fund and send the rest to my investment account.

While the plan might have been simple, its execution was not. It was fraught with political landmines at work and blasted by repeated tragedies and obstacles — everything from the loss of my father-in-law to my own battle with COVID and then Longhaul COVID.

But in the end, I did it. We did it. The race is over.

I’m not naive enough to think more challenges aren’t coming. With every fiber of my being, though, I hope they stay away for maybe just a little while.


The ‘Don’t Blame Me, I Didn’t Say It’ of the Day

‘Starting strong is good. Finishing strong is epic.’

Robin Sharma

New Home is Old Home For Wifey Poo

To celebrate the day, Wifey Poo and I poured two glasses of wine — her, the sticky-sweet white she loves and me a dry red — and walked down to the end of the driveway. We sat on the concrete and sipped and talked as the last sunlight of the day faded and stars emerged in the darkening sky. I love it out here in the country.

As we walked back toward our home, I said, “This all has to be a bit surreal for you.”

“Just a bit,” she replied.

Wifey Poo spent the second half of her childhood in this home. She grew into the amazing woman she now is inside these property lines. Now, we’re raising Boy The Younger here for the second half of his childhood. I type this in the room I slept in when, as a 19-year-old, I came home with her on spring break. Never in a million years would either of us have thought the winding road that is our collective life would travel past this point.

Things like that are what can make living life so much fun.

Today’s Reasons to Keep Living.

  1. Tomorrow, I’ll be able to pay off the rest of any debt we have.
  2. Good pens. I love the Precise V7, black.
  3. An out-of-the-blue text with photos from a college acquaintance who knows I love nature scenery.

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