Let me ask you this...have you ever dated a weirdo? Actually, 'weirdo' isn’t that bad…you have a couple dates and move along. Hopefully, before you see him frying up grasshoppers for dinner, or cutting up your junk mail to create a collage in your honor. I guess what I’m thinking about is the stalker type. You know, the person who seems absolutely perfect, cooking for you, being romantic, and wanting to be with you all the time.
Donald J. Trump was sworn in today. For many, this is a day to celebrate; a day of hope. For me, and a great many others, today is one of uncertainty. I’m full of worry that the divisiveness that is plaguing our nation will spread amongst the world, widening the chasm between us and other countries that might not have had much love for us in the first place.
Today, I’ve decided that I am choosing to turn my worrying over to those who have voted for change…to Make America Great Again. I’ve decided that the people who are hoping for something different and better can also inspire the rest of us – lift us out of our worry with their success stories while on their way to a ‘better life.’
What kind of evil spirit am I to feel so at ease criticizing the lovely tradition of holiday cards? Let me clarify. I actually don’t hate receiving them…opening up my mailbox and retrieving something other than oversized fliers and credit card offers is a massive bonus.
Every once in a while we enter what seems to be a vortex of support where seemingly a large group of individuals rally around what we’re doing to provide insight and support. Has this ever happened to you, or have you ever been the individual supporting someone else with their idea? Well it seems yesterday was my day.
We recently hosted a media and influencer preview of her new Japantown Culinary tour and everyone noted how impactful it was, and Schuyler Bailey from DailyCandy joined. I highly recommend the tour to anyone who has an interest...contact me if this lifts an eyebrow. Tours are held every Friday and the second Saturday of each month.
