I was worried halfway through Tuesday’s show that I’d have to talk about religion. Thank goodness for crabby cabbies and dead flowers.
Here’s the thing. I think Luke is full of it. I honestly believe that the stick he uses to measure his life fulfillment is not how many people he can cram into a concert hall. He’s married to a great lady, he’s raised an awesome daughter, and he has one of the single cutest animals to ever grace the earth with her urine. He’s a lucky dude and he knows it. I know he knows it because he says how great those people and pets are in his life. So I think he’s full of it.
I think we all have some flowers we’re grasping for. I know I do. I’m in a super bizarre place in life where I’m trying to build a brand and oh em gee I can’t believe I said that. But it’s true. I’m trying to get my name out there because there are some flowers I want to hold for a while. I want to be published. I want to make some money writing. I want to tell people my ideas and have those ideas resonate with them. I want those flowers.
And that’s okay. I’m okay with the flowers wilting because at least I got them delivered to me, right? I’d rather have the chance to hold some flowers and watch them die than to never place an order with the Almighty florist. (And I said I wouldn’t talk religion. Dangit.)
I don’t think many, if any, of us tens are basing our success in life by the things we want to accomplish and achieve and win. We’re all over the top realistic about our stations in life and most of us are probably even viewing our lives through a more Eeyore-like lens than what’s actually our reality. CoughAndrewCough.
This is a hodgepodge of poor analogies so I’ll end with this. Get some flowers. Enjoy holding them. Watch them wilt. Dry them out and press them in a book and look back on the amazing accomplishments in your life.
Then go to CrossFit.