There's always someone out there ready to knock you off balance... like the people you consider friendly acquaintances who obviously turn up their nose as you walk by or turn their head to avoid eye contact.
The other day I was chatting with a couple of friends about how awkward it can be to stroll through life, especially in a small town with all of it's ugly politics. You can find yourself befuddled by the measurement of your designated status.
Who dictates this kind of hierarchy? And what makes these people think that others don't notice their pretension?
Like the mom who drove her 2nd grader to school in their Porsche... or the 4th grader who went around school threatening to peg baseballs at his younger rivals... or the crowd who goes suddenly silent as you enter the room.
All I want to do is go to work to earn a few bucks, go to the game to watch my boys play and go about my day to somehow make a small difference.
I do not live my life proclaiming my value based on the car I drive, the clothes I wear, the money I make, or the people in my social circle.
And those who think otherwise have not taken the time to truly get to know me.
3 weeks ago