After going to my primary care provider for a measles titer -- just to be sure my immunity is good -- I decided to do something that flies in the face of canonical financial planner guidance. I stopped in to the Joe Van Gogh cafe on Weaver Dairy for a cup of coffee. -The coffee was, admittedly, a good deal better than the coffee available for free at my co-working space, but that's not why I was there. I went in there to run into somebody. Anybody.
Of late my days have become increasingly routinized and, unlike the early days of building my practice, I am not out in the community actively meeting people. This deprives me of what I once termed "oxygen," and I think that's as good a term as any for the charge one gets out of being out there and actively meeting more people.
Today I thought at first it was going to be a wash. I had made my purchase and looked around the room and, while I saw lots of people who look like people I know, I didn't actually see anyone I knew. But then a woman walked in from the gym a couple of doors down and got in line. Mrs. Maitland (now Partin), who taught both Natalie and Graham in elementary school. I said hello, we exchanged quick life status updates about our kids, then went on about our days. No biggie, but lovely. Confirms the small town feel.
So I got what I paid for. Then I went to work.
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