I got up this morning at 4:59, having set an intention last night to use my journals as the subject for today’s post. There would be no Tripio without my journals, or Sketchbooks of the Mind, or SotMs, if you’re into the whole brevity thing. Sitting down with a cup of coffee at the downstairs computer, I tried to open my on-line bank account before starting to write. It wanted me to register the device. I almost didn’t click. But I did and a code was sent to my phone. I retrieved my phone from the table across the dining room. The code required a dash but apparently the dash key on this computer didn’t work. I tried anyway. The cloud didn’t want to play. I quit the game.
I only go into that tedious communal experience to point out how easy it is to get sidetracked in writing. The physical part of that took maybe two minutes. I had to do a few of last night’s dishes, fearlessly check my bank account on the unregistered device, and jot down a few must do’s in my planner. In addition, I made an entry in my current SotM and had some buttered toast. In other words, I had to weed my mind garden from that unwanted growth. Only after all that was I ready to sit down to begin this post. Now, where was I?
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Oh yes. The subject of today’s post: SotMs. Tripio takes place in the summer of 1992, the year of the Starbucks Initial Public Offering of its stock. The protagonist, Jay, has been working for Starbucks full time for over two years by this point and is fully vested and receives the maximum amount of those options his position and duration with the company mandates. Do that math and that stock today is worth…a lot. But remember, I want you to buy Tripio to find out exactly how much.
I kept journals, or SotMs during those years in Chicago. Those journals also accumulated value as they sat in boxes, tucked under beds and into closets over the past 25 years. They survived a flooded basement and being thrown away, survived indifference and simply being forgotten about. They survived for a reason. They were clearly meant to become Tripio.
“May I help who’s next?”