I traveled to Illinois to visit some customers yesterday. Running on about two hours of sleep, I was up and dancing around my bathroom by 3AM (to tame my lion mane) and on the road by 4:45. If I could fairly express the level of “W-T-F” chemicals/juices rolling through my veins, I would. But I can’t. Just know that if I could describe my mental state in these early hours through a flavor, that flavor is.. black licorice. I was tired, more tired, and perhaps a liiiittle emotionally unstable.
I went into my first meeting with poise and optimism, but quickly learned of some unfortunate news regarding one of the C-level gentlemen and his deteriorating health. As the story unfolded, and more details emerged, I was seconds away from being Jess Day from New Girl, choking up and trying to swallow the ball in my throat while maintaining eye contact with the man speaking so that he could at the bare minimum, see the empathy in my eyes.
Afterward, I reflected on what just happened, and I thought, “I am SUCH a weak, little girl.” I felt embarrassed, knowing I couldn’t get a grip on the raw emotion leaking out of me. I felt out of control.
Guess what happened next?
This entered my life:
Be the person who cares.
Be the person who makes the effort, the person who loves without hesitation.
Be the person who bares it all, the person who never shies away from the depth of their feeling or the intensity of their hope.
Be the person who believes–in the softness of the world, in the goodness of other people, in the beauty of being open and untethered and trusting.
Be the person who takes the chance, who refuses to hide.
Be the person who makes people feel seen, the person who shows up.
Trust me when I say–be the person who cares. The world doesn’t need any more carelessness, any more disregard; because there is nothing stronger than someone who continues to stay soft in a world that hasn’t always been kind to them.
There is nothing more courageous than showing your heart to everyone.
Do you know how it feels when you get a paper-cut and someone walks by and sprinkles salt right on it? Or stabs a bow arrow through your right foot — the foot that you’ve had surgery on already once before? Or throws acid into your face?
Whether or not there is intent, people metaphorically do that sometimes. It’s part of life.
In reality, no one has ever targeted my foot with their bow.. yet. (But I really did get salt in my own paper-cut during an afternoon chip-and-salsa fiesta, and it felt like acid…)
Simply because you have the expectation set in your own mind that every person is good, this does not *poof* it into reality. You can want it all day long, but sometimes you will face disappointment. But that’s okay!
Don’t let the world make you hard.
Let the good bring you happiness, and let the bad bring you experience, wisdom and strength.
Good, bad, ugly, or beautiful — every little bit will add more perspective into your life.
There is nothing more admirable than a person who is soft despite the life curveballs that would make most turn cold, hard, and unreachable.
So, you want to be tough?? Show your heart to EVERYONE.
There is nothing more brave, tough, or undeniably rebellious than showing your heart to everyone.
This is a figure of speech — please keep your organ covered and inside of your chest cavity.