So I am in the midst of “brokering” a couple of transactions, having to do with one friend or another having something they want to be rid of, and another friend (or another), needing that something. I am sending emails back and forth and back and forth with questions and details.
And I am doing these tasks all in the midst of me trying to divest of my own stuff. And so I got to wondering, why am I diverting my energy to these transactions when I have my own gawd awful huge piles of stuff that I need to be rid of?
About as quickly as those thoughts crept in, I realized that my stuff doesn’t mean boo; relationships are everything.
A few hours later, I was sitting down with two other friends, who were treating me to their good company, and some kick-a*s mac&cheese, plus an opportunity to meet a friend of their’s–who just might be able to help me out.
And that’s how it all goes ’round.
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Photo: stuff like that by Derek E. Baird and used with Creative Commons license
