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Yesterday my car may have miraculously taken the long way home so that I could rock out to Sister Christian on repeat before returning to reality. My Friday nights may consist of hour-long marathons of iTunes movie trailers, and I may have no idea how to use Snapchat.
What’s for sure? I’m always in good company. I know that the people who get me will join and not judge me for my moments of humanness. I don’t have to be afraid of being seen or invisible, for that matter. These are the people where there is no fear of feeling like a complete moron. My good fortune is to have gathered a lively array of these folks nationwide who fill me up no matter what mood I’m in.
Tell me with whom you associate,
and I will tell you who you are.
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
If it’s all about the company you keep, then it’s just as equally about taking an honest look at who’s in your life. Who is the company you keep? Are they helping or hurting? It’s a hard truth to tell. It’s also the most significant gift any of us could give ourselves and each other. Because when we keep good company, it shows. It embodies who we are without needing to say a word.
Once we take this step – suddenly, wow! There’s more space in our heads for playful pranks and purposeful projects. The fire in our bellies turn fears into Why the hell not’s?
More of the good company, please. We begin to pay attention to how we feel, and then guess what? We find ourselves in even BETTER company. Because, yes, that’s how it works.
The key is to keep company only with people who uplift you, whose presence calls forth your best.
So, as you fall knee-deep into the holidaze, give yourself pause to cheer and enjoy the people who surround you and make you smile. Past and present, near and far. The mere thought of them will give you a chance to shift your mind to what really matters. And, hey, it may even raise your tolerance and compassion for that prickly relative sitting across from you.
What you feel is the real deal. Make it count.
And if that crotchety relative still pushes your buttons, excuse yourself for a solo sauvignon blanc dance party to Peter Gabriel’s Solsbury Hill (In Good Company’s theme song.) You won’t be sorry.
Eugene Kalb: My son-in-law says I’m a dinosaur.
Dan Foreman: Hey, don’t knock the dinosaurs. They ruled the earth for millions of years. They must’ve been doing something right.