I am very blessed to have had a wonderful supper and conversation with my friend R-Man, last night.
R is a brilliant entrepreneur and IP-guy who took me to lunch within hours of my license suspension.
Saturday at coffee when he came into the 'Bucks he noticed me unaccustomly hunched over. R insisted that I sit up and he physically pulled my shoulders back. R clearly diagnosed my distress, dread and depression of yesterday, befroe the coffee hour expired he had made me commit to having supper with him this evening.
R-Man is a fascinating guy, his life is an adventure and with all of my friends I feel blessed to have the love and support of these friends in this time of distress. R's insight: I did the shit I did, the bad stuff and some good stuff. My job, now, is to design my tomorrow, and the days that follow. I need to shut down the "critic," my ego--that inner voice that calls me worthless.
There is at least one obvious benefit to falling, you give off pretty intense sparks. If you're lucky you can make some soul connections that you were never able to make previously, or you can intensive connections that were already there. I love the R, and my friend loves me. What a gift.