I was lifting yesterday and between sets, I was talking with the fella at the front desk—a bearded BOSS with a barbell—and we were chatting about personal finances, planning for the future, the ease of accessibility of the wealth of human history and knowledge, and the pursuit of security, greatness, and happiness in general.
As a conversation with me about such topics is wont to do, it got a little…<ahem> “rambunctious.” I was also between heavy SKWAT sets, which only served to exacerbate the situation.
Well, the owner of the gym comes over—a petite, kinetic, and STRONG woman named Kate—to ask us what’s we’re talking about, as she “heard a lot of passion going on over here.”
What a wonderful thing to say to somebody; what a grand compliment: I crossed the room because whatever you two were talking about so fervently made me want to come listen, take part.
May the force that sets your world turning—drives you, inflames you, inspires you—be so overwhelmingly powerful and infectious that others have no choice but to be drawn into your orbit.
Love y’all.