Get off the Super(wo)man Train

Awooooooooooooooooooooo, anyone here a "lone wolf" ?

well, this ones for you.

One of the saddest things that happens when we act superhuman is that we rob the ability of those around us to exercise their power. Their ability to extend love. If you're feeling like crap, my dear friend, allow yourself to let it show. I know that sounds counter-culture, but hear me out.

We are told to smile and be happy and in control, but who is that really benefiting?

The other day, I woke up kinda low. Ok, very low. I tried to fight it, pep up, and get into my usual action oriented awesomeness, but my body was like nahhhh. So I gave up. I surrendered to my need to turn inward.

And that's when it happened; the pack started to show up.

My coworker, clearly sensing the flat line across the table took a whole 10 to 15 minutes to remind me that creative work is the reward, in itself. My mom made spaghetti for dinner. My childhood friend in Greece whatsapped me reminding me of my ability to soothe others and how this would be a great time to flip the switch on myself. Another close but yet again long distance friend, sent me a random video of Anthony Bourdain in Rome, because a scene reminded her of why I do what I do.

Did I need every single ounce of this? You can bet your life that I did.

And you know, I don't like admitting this, but this outpour of unsolicited love took me by surprise. I didn't expect the life-jackets to come in. Not because I don't think people care, but because I tend to underestimate the valuable lesson of being supported.

When we are low, the ones who care for us go high. If we allow them.

Allow us to pick you up. 

Allow the world to do its part.

*Keep Streaming*

K.