Typical Zippity Doo Dah morning here in what we like to think of as our upstate, modern Mayberry — blue skies, warm breeze, birds singing — the whole bit.
Then: “I fucking hate you. I’m going to fucking kill you,” a woman shouts from across the street. At her four-year-old little girl. Sadly, also typical; these are our neighbors.
And, also typically, I’m conflicted about a response. Say nothing? Keep walking? Or, what I really want to do: call the bitch out.
As a 36-year-old entrepreneur, I’m confident in one thing: I don’t want to be that woman, I don’t want to create little monsters — obviously, literally, but speaking figuratively — think “output;” not only work achieved but energy expelled. I want to create value. And honestly, anything less than, even if justified, is so much harder.
Let’s assume that the whole “do unto others” thing is a given. And instead, focus on the effect that negative “output” has on you. You know… stress.
The last thing I heard this woman say?
My blood pressure is through the roof!
Duh.
And, not surprisingly, so was mine — or at least it felt that way. Which is why I took the lame road and instead, wrote this post.
6/21/10 | Comments (0)Tags: entrepreneurs —
