Oh, thank you, but… it’s nothing.
That’s so kind of you, but you know, it’s just a little thing… no one’ll notice.
Thanks, but I just got lucky… rarely ever happens.
These are the responses I’d normally give out when someone congratulates me for something which, as you can probaly guess, ensues in a giant spiral downward — both mentally and physically in my life. I can’t tell you how many times in my life I’ve added that ridiculous conjunction after a “thank you” to tear my own self down. If there’s no enemy on the inside, the enemy on the outside can do us no harm. So with that said, let it be known — no buts or 180 spins about it — I’m damn proud to be featured in the September issue of DETAILS Magazine currently on newsstands and iPads everywhere. I remember sometime last year when I was flipping through the magazine telling myself “One day… just one day.” And here we are: not once, but (good deflection!) twice in the same issue, even alongside the talented and hardworking friends of mine including Justin of Scout Sixteen, Moti of The Metro Man, and Isaac of Isaac Likes.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how we — well, OK, I at least — don’t take the time to truly celebrate the strides we’ve made thus far. Yeah? And for me, it’s simply because where I want to be seems lightyears away, far deep into new galaxies — just a tiny speckle of light in a dark sky or like a firefly floating about in a forest. Basically, all strides up until this point seem like reaching only the first camping base of Mount Everest. I keep telling myself that in my book, strides equates to baby steps, which equals missions to Mars, which could also mean crossing a ping pong table for a tiny snail — they mean different things to different people with not a moment to spare on comparison. Should I expect a gold star? No, but at least appreciate and capitalize on that little moment we so rarely get when we truly feel like we’ve done something that at one point in the past that seemed, well, lightyears and galaxies away. It was a tough lesson for me to learn and I’m no expert by any means, I’m just more cognizant of what’s happening and enjoying periods of my life where I can reflect. Heck, we celebrate the days of our birth, don’t we? Think about how ironic that is: marking the accomplishment of getting… older. Of course we’re also celebrating life with birthdays… OK, enough with being PC, I’m just going to segue out of it with this: I’m vouching for a few more toasts each year to pat our own selves on the back and get drunk on humble pride. Who’s with me? Yes, fine, add a little champagne, some balloons and a party hat just because you can and oh-so deserve it.