While making the first pour of the Chemex, I can still hear her sarcastic remark and it makes me chuckle. My daughter and I are the same kind of crazy.
She taught me how to make a Chemex and I watched her pour one repeatedly until it was my turn to try. Each one pours a little bit differently, but that’s part of it’s charm. You cannot pour one the same way twice, but there are guidelines, and the first pour should last no longer than 30 seconds. Years ago, I told my daughter, “I need a timer for the first pour”, as she walked away and yelled over her shoulder…”You can’t count to 30?” We both laughed because it’s true.
People who call you crazy, aren’t your kind of crazy.
I believe we’re all a little crazy, but the sweet spot in life is finding your kind of crazy. The chosen few you share your crazy ideas with, and they flash a knowing smile, nod their head in agreement because they get it. It’s not that far-fetched to them, so they encourage you down the path toward your dreams. They don’t have to participate, but the idea doesn’t scare them away, or change how they feel about you. If anything, it strengthens their belief in their own crazy.
The people who share your life should enhance who you are instead of telling you who to be. These chosen few rarely give advice, unless asked, and you learn by listening. They bring out the very best in you, but even on those rare occasions you’re not at your best, they care. They remind you of who you are, which is what they see, and we cannot. If you stumble, they remain on the path to tell you all about time and healing. If they laugh at you, it’s because they’ve done something similarly stupid in their own life and can relate, but are still standing.
You laugh together, and your bond strengthens over time because you share the same kind of crazy as the chosen few.
Relax while I read this to you.
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