The last week or so in the northeast has been one rainstorm after another. We’re in the middle of June, just days before the official start of summer. I’m looking out my window right now at golf ball size hail. Something is not right here.
Then it occurred to me that I’m busy writing my latest book on recession proof books while looking out the window. I’m reminded that I don’t have that crazy NYC to NJ commute tonight in this awful weather. I think of all those poor souls with umbrellas flipped inside out. I don’t miss these days at all.
So I’ve come to realize that even if the sun refuses to shine… well, my life of working less and earning more is still enough to put a smile on my face.