There are still good people out there.

If you [ really ] know me, you know I struggle with this.

I want to believe everyone’s simply the product of their environment. I want to believe everyone’s actions are dictated by their stories, by the experiences they’ve had leading up to the moment they just bully their way into my lane like they own the fucking place.

I want to always be mindful of sonder, and how we’re all just nameless extras in the movies that are our lives. We’re not actively trying to get one over on each other. We just want to be our best. Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, right? Who could argue with that?

This week has had some ups and downs, for sure.

It’s not really hot anymore. I’m still crazy inspired by my job at ClearVoice. I’m still crazy inspired by the people I used to work with at LeadMD. I’m feeding—and training—my mind during my commute. And I leave the office each day, driving off into the sunset excited about working on GBXM, running, getting shit done.

And then traffic happens. I don’t know if it’s actually getting worse or what. Maybe it’s the quickly fading sun making it feel later than it really is, suggesting I’m losing time stuck in traffic. Maybe it’s that I’ve been almost exclusively listening to Jim Kwik’s “Kwik Brain” podcast this week in an effort to get caught up with every episode and my brain finds the vulgarities of urban sprawl too distracting while I’m memorizing the first 10 elements on the periodic table without even realizing it.

Maybe something’s wrong with me. Maybe I’m just getting old. Hell if I know.

One thing I do know, though, is there are still a LOT of good people out there.

And I’m fortunate to know a bunch of them.

Thank you for helping me along. And thank you for letting me know when I’ve helped you.

PS: Go get ‘em, DI.

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