Margaritas on a Sunday
Yesterday I went out to lunch with a random smattering of people that all know each other. Not necessarily a “friends group” or anything. But we all overlap in more than one way through our businesses and advocacy work. And plus I haven’t talked to any of these people in a handful (or more… time is stretchy these days) of months. But we all came together for our love of Mexican food.
That was good for my soul, y’all. I love having those interactions with friends that in the moment you can actually FEEL your energy “gas tank” fill up so you are able to sure-footedly go out and conquer life and all that it throws at you. Three hours of connection.
And apparently I’m a pretty good story teller. It probably doesn’t come through as well in the written sense. But I do know this about myself: I am an animated story teller. I have hand gestures. I have lively facial expressions to go with the details. I do voices. Sometimes I have better timing then others. But, I am exceptionally good at storytelling when I’m exactly two margaritas in.
My friend Grace told me that I needed to just start recording myself more and doing more TikToks. But I don’t really know what that would look like for me. Because even though I’m a very open person with my life experiences, I don’t necessarily like airing my dirty underpants on the internet for the masses and dealing with whatever real life consequences that may come from that. So I do find myself being quite selective with what I put out there via avenues like this. I try to stay “safe” with my content. Going to try and navigate what ‘opening up more online’ looks like for me. Time will tell.
But in person this is some stuff you’re going to get from me: I smile at everyone. I talk to everyone. I am OFTEN asked questions from complete strangers because I appear safe, apparently. Examples: Are these Costco brand tissues any good? Where are the gravy packets in this Aldi? How do I get to the highway from here? Does this wristband work for this attraction?
I apparently walk around with an air of “knowledgeable and approachable.” And I tend to think that is just people seeing my heart and who I am. And it brings me so much joy to be able to help people in any capacity that I can….. even if it’s weird. “yes, it catches my snot just fine.”
Side tangent but related: A lady at the grocery store in line in front of me on Saturday, completely out of nowhere, just unloaded on me that her dog died the night before and that she was in complete denial. She needed to talk to someone. And apparently I was safe and approachable enough to carry a little of her emotional load for her.
So that’s why margaritas with friends on a Sunday matters. I now have a full energy tank that I can continue going out into the world and helping people in the way that I do: one little act at a time. We all have our own brand of superpower. Once you find yours, and it’s a net positive all around you try to settle in and get to work.
And then you open a business to do it more in the professional sense. Approaching three years and things are currently looking up for me and SESTIVA. Cheers.
