Kindness and sentimentality. That’s what I do best.
I’m not an aggressive, adversarial ‘manly’ type of guy. I’m just me.
If I can lash out at work or buy some festive chocolates for everyone to enjoy, I’d rather do the latter. I’ve often thought about doing the former, but I know it wouldn’t accomplish anything.
If I can make people smile or feel good… if I can make them walk out of my meeting feeling happier than when they walked in… I consider that a good thing.
I could let stress and cynicism get the better of me. In fact, I often do.
But I can rise above it.
I can choose to not let it twist me into someone bitter. I can let it go. I can be better. And I think only then is it truly gone.
It will always come back, of course. That’s just life. But how I deal with it is up to me.
I choose to be sentimental. I choose to respect people based on how nice they are, not based on their gender, sexuality, race, age or country of birth. I choose to not judge someone unless they judge me first.
I am a sentimental man. And I’m happy with that.
Thank you for reading ❤