A Little Nudge

Everyone should have someone like this in their lives.

I lunched with one of those people who always leaves me thinking. Every time we have a conversation, I leave remarkably excited to do something, to change the world. And I feel like I actually can.

I guess I’m always excited to do something (something big), to write, to tell stories, to share my enthusiasm for Life. It’s just sometimes the mediocrity of it all, the day-to-day grind, the Rat Race sucks me in and swallows me whole. I doubt I'm alone. It's easy to become so concerned with what’s in front of you that the future becomes the forest through the trees.

Don’t get me wrong: I’m all about living in the moment... It's just also important to dream about what’s next. For me, I can't think any other way: It’s a byproduct of my impatience and tendency to get bored easily, which – despite the negative connotations commonly associated with “boredom” and “impatience” – I don’t think are bad characteristics. They make you do things.

So does support. Confidence in you from those that you respect and admire enables you to do the extraordinary. I believe that if there are enough people in your life that believe someday you’ll be included in TIME’s top 100 influencers, you will. I thank those of you who believe in me.


But what can I say? Sometimes we all need a little nudge!

After the Wedding

You know you had a good time at the wedding when you have a bruise on your chin from resting it so hard on the toilet bowl.

You know your brother’s become your best friend when he was the one holding your hair back.

Fighter

B’s not looking so good. Black eye, swollen lip, bloody bruises on (both) his chin(s). He’ll tell you he got into a fight with some Sox fans – the trust is far less exciting. Because it is so, I’ll keep his secret for him… at least for the purpose of this story.

Jess’s rehearsal dinner was tonight. Following the beautiful practice ceremony (can’t wait for the real thing!), the party and families were to drive to a nearby restaurant to get the real party started. I traveled with my parents but, not being the driver, made it to the restaurant’s doorway where some folks were smoking before my father had even got out of the car.

As B emerged, the valet said something – or did something – and was giving him a hard time.

I’m not sure it was a commotion, but it was noticeable. So noticeable, in fact, that the burly man smoking beside me gave me a nudge and said, “Wow, what a fool that valet is. I wouldn’t mess with that guy – look at his face!”

Gulp. “Yea,” I said after a long pause. “That’s my dad.”