Today in Sarasota was a pretty Sunday. Spring – in February! – feels like it’s right here.
Sunday morning’s ritual is for me to pick up my friend, another Tim, and find ourselves a good place for coffee. You would be surprised how few choices there are in a town of this size. We’ve made valiant efforts at discovering that splendid combination of good coffee, outdoor seating and decent people-watching. Many places don’t open until nine o’clock on Sunday; some are havens for bums; some have unpleasant atmospheres and something called Starbucks is just all-around awful.
But we persisted, and have found three places that have all the right attributes in varying degrees. Today was a day for sitting by the bay at O’Leary’s: the warm breeze from the south, lack of people and quiet made it a sweet morning.
And it was sweet for a more subtle reason, a more personal reason. Today I saw the first glimpse of how I might be able to follow the path I’ve (tentatively) chosen to walk up. I noted in myself the motivation to meet the people I want to meet, the people who might become my customers. And in a further good sign, my recruiting of Tim into my plan might be showing a small result, in that he talked to his housekeeper about getting together.
Small, yes. But for now, that’s just fine.