Helaine and I were watching President Obama’s press conference this afternoon.
“I can’t wait until I’m president,” I said.
I don’t remember Helaine’s exact words, but there was something about a nuclear conflagration! Presidents aren’t supposed to get into pissing matches and clearly she sees me as a pissing match provocateur.
I told her I’m a different now. I am. This is a mellower Geoff.
I’m not sure when it happened. It preceded my departure from Channel 8, but that certainly sped things up. The wheels were already turning.
I have learned not to sweat the small stuff. Hey, that’s no small thing and small things were my undoing.
I felt everything was important. Everything is not. There are times it’s OK to let stuff pass. That was a tough realization.
I still have too many political arguments online. Even those have been cut back. You have no idea how many replies I write, then toss before posting!
Does this come with age? Is that it? Have I finally made it to where chronology tells me I should be?
If you worked with me 10 years ago, I don’t think you’d recognize my demeanor today. It’s the kinder, mellower, less confrontational Geoff.
Is that a good thing? Who knows?