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Friends,
We wander this changing world aboard these perishable vessels we call bodies, ceaselessly and inexorably rushing forward. We put-off the important because we're drowning in an endless stream of often self-imposed urgent activity. Menial tasks and superficial relationships are par for the course. It's easy to forget what truly matters as we let that person in the mirror become a stranger we struggle to recognize. Hairlines recede, waistbands expand. We worry our skin is getting looser while our clothes are getting tighter. We long to be somewhere or somewhen else, letting memories, aspirations and smartphones carry us away from the here and now. At some point we got so busy living we forgot to live. It’s like we’re waiting for something to wake us from our slumber. Well, consider this your wake-up call! Work on the things that will make a difference and check to make sure your chosen path leads to a destination you would like to reach. Open-up to those around you, weaving-in the heartfelt and thoughtful with the inevitably mundane. You’re not a passenger, you’re the driver and it’s never too late to adjust the course.
Forgive me for waning philosophical, but today I turn a year shy of a half-century. So, I’ve decided to take the day off to put into practice some of my own advice. Which means you also must forgive me for not having arranged to have donuts here for you this morning. Fortunately, downtown Denver has no shortage of treats within reach (might I recommend Duffeyrolls at the JP building on 16th and Blake?)
Happy Friday!

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