The Why...

I'd like to offer some insight into why I started this newsletter and why I'm so passionate about "The Business of Being You." It all stems from my father. He was a remarkable man, not only in the eyes of his adoring daughter but also in terms of his intellect. He was humble, never boasting about his abilities. Although he never disclosed his exact IQ, it was evident that he was exceptionally bright. Skipping several grades during his early education and experiencing a remarkable growth spurt of a foot in his first year of college, likely in his early teens, were clear indicators of his exceptional intelligence. He was even invited to join MENSA, but after attending one meeting, he declined the invitation, finding no purpose in discussing his own intelligence. Instead, he preferred spending his time watching shows like Tom & Jerry and Scooby Doo – a testament to his brilliance and sense of humor.

My father earned a degree in computer science, but he rarely shared the specifics of his job title, likely because his work mainly revolved around old, massive mainframe computers. I had the privilege of working with him during my first year out of high school in the South Bronx. He commuted daily from New Jersey to New York City, enduring the long and stressful journey. As the computer/office manager of Union Hall Local 32E on Bronx Boulevard, he oversaw a room filled with computers, writing code, and finding innovative ways to save the company money. I vividly recall how he introduced the concept of bulk mailing, a move that saved the company over $30,000. While I ended up in the mailroom with additional responsibilities, the experience was truly worthwhile.

I could recount countless stories about my father's accomplishments, but what I really want to convey is how he felt about his work – he loathed it. Each day, when he returned home, I would inquire about his day, and without fail, his response was always, "It was lousy!" Can you imagine that? He drove to New York City, a 4+ hour per day commute, because he firmly believed that "you go where the money is," a principle ingrained in him by growing up during the Great Depression. He possessed a great sense of humor and unparalleled intelligence. I cherished the time I spent with him, whether it was fishing together or building things in his workshop. At one point, he had a deep passion for photography and even maintained a darkroom before he was married. His interests extended to covered bridges, vintage warplanes, and an unwavering love for history.

Upon retiring, he fell ill almost immediately, making his retirement years quite challenging. The last conversation I had with him before he passed away revolved around my future. He asked, "What will you do, and how will you take care of yourself?" I reassured him that I would pursue what I loved, dedicating my time to creating wonderful things and finding happiness in the process. His response to that was profound. He said, "That sounds wonderful; you've always been smarter than me."

I can't help but wonder what my father might have achieved had he pursued a career he loved and could make a living from. I'd like to believe that he would have been happier and healthier, rather than working out of fear and constant worry. I certainly wanted better from my life and I wish better for you as well. We are in this journey together and I wanted you to know that I absolutely believe in you!

Sincerely,

Marelle Couture