Forgive the stream-of-consciousness-nature of this post, but wanted to share a quick story…
I was just at the hairdresser I’ve gone to for the entirety of my time in NYC. She’s lovely. She always asks how I am. She always remembers my stories. She laughs at my silliness.
Today, in the middle of straightening my hair, she started crying and had to excuse herself. I don’t know why. I didn’t ask why. It’s not our responsibility to ask why.
But it is our responsibility to remember that everyone, despite what you do or don’t know about them, is going through something.
I don’t think it’s our job to fix everybody. But I do think, as humans, it’s our jobs to not break one another even more.
So be kind. And smile. And say nice things. Compliment a pair of shoes you like. Say thank you for things that seem trivial.
No, it won’t fix anyone’s problems. But it will prevent you from making those problems even worse. And, sometimes, that part matters just as much.
Longer letter later.