The internet trolls got me over the weekend. I posted a thought about laying low on showcasing the whereabouts of where you presently stand. As states and cities begin to slowly open the human need is always going to be to get out and run. While there lets flash our good times all over social media. Are we there yet? Is it really time to start setting ourselves up in the way that we are the Jones' and the world has to keep up with us? Very politely I asked that we stop bragging. Here's my source of energy. Those receiving the posts aren't going to brag about what it's like to not have rent money again this month. They're not going to brag about deciding which car will get the gasoline or if there's enough money to pay for the smart phone. Business owners still not cleared to open their doors aren't bragging about how close they are to having no doors ever open again. Take note of the confidence that's quickly coming back into play. There are new leaders in the pyramid building. Sadly its those who were lucky enough to keep their jobs. While my neighborhood is still waiting for its first unemployment checks the world is being held together by new ladder climbers. Not a complaint. Awareness is everything. I was bothered by a printed article this past weekend that was fed by the news of some companies maybe not getting their full staff back because rightfully the old workers are making better money some place else. I've read the stories about entertainers that won't get the chance to perform again this year because that side of the pandemic won't be cleared for large crowds until maybe next year. My Aunt Louise used to bop me upside the head when she felt I was bragging. She always warned me about telling people who I really was at home and not the fake little boy at a family reunion or other gathering. Which I think is the reason why the beach photos and expensive car shots and life is better than its ever been can wait a little longer. Just a couple of weeks ago we were all equal. Facing the same uncertainty. Now that we're seeing a beam of light shouldn't be permission enough to call anyone king.