Every kid has met the class bully. Whether that kid is the target of the bullying, or on the perimeter as a bystander, or champions the underdog, or becomes the bully’s willing or frightened accomplice, every kid feels the sting of the meanest kid.
It happens to all of us. Being human, sooner or later, life is going to break our hearts. The only way we can try to avoid heartbreak is to never give our whole self to anyone or anything worthy of our tears. Praying Mantis are pretty good at that. Humans? Not so much.
So, climate change is real, people in high places can abuse power, and that soft, waffling flesh below your armpit is settling in for winter. Want a better world? Be a better you.
By “better” I don’t mean smarter, thinner or richer. I don’t mean saint-like, martyr-like or reality TV-like. I mean your very own version of your very best self. The one that you, and only you, wants to be, needs to be, and gets to be.
We all have them. We all have those days, weeks or months that drain the color from our cheeks, the spring from our step and the buoyancy from our hearts. We all have those times.
We all have those drains in our lives. Whether it’s a person, a project, or an ongoing set of trying circumstances that can’t be easily, or readily, or even ever changed, we all have something that drains our energy, decreases our resilience and detours or derails our plans. And sometimes, we’re the catalyst for all that mayhem in our own or other people’s lives, intended or not.
When I was a kid, my mother told me that there are no hopeless people, there are only people without hope. At the time, I thought there was no difference between the two states and that she was mistaken. I was nine and thought I knew a lot of stuff, a lot of new stuff that my mother didn’t know.
You know it’s out there, especially on your best days. You can feel the pulse of your life and tap into that energy easily, like holding your mother’s steady hand when you were 4 years old. That feeling of connection is as smooth as soft-serve ice cream on a summer day. That feeling is real-life sweet.