Secrets. Sometimes I follow someone on social media for a while, and when it’s clear their only prerogative is to sell me on something, I’m torn. Celebrating the efforts of that which is not for you is hard work. Not everything is for us.
Sometimes, I take a drink of coffee and it’s too dark. I drink my coffee without cream or sugar, unless its one of those days where I want sweet relief from life’s constant bitter downpour. Even on the beautiful days, it’s there–in the way I see people look down at one another as they pass by. Because their shoes are either way too nice or way too dingy. My heroes are the people unaffected by our shoes. Our shoes are our business.
Fine. The relentless pitching of sales, by people we love, is cumbersome. It’s also life. If the coffee is too dark, or the day is too bitter, or the pitch is too sticky…not everything is for us. You have to chew it, one bite at a time, and take sips, instead of gulps. Smaller mouthfuls. Everyone’s got to feed their kids.
So I follow that which is not for me, from people I celebrate, until my mouth is too full. Then maybe I don’t for a while. And then maybe I roll back around. But I always aim to celebrate the person, even when it’s not the shade of life that makes my head nod. Celebrate her. Celebrate him. Go us. Smaller bites. It’s ok.