It’s widely agreed among women that following Cory Booker on Twitter is more groin stimulating than the hottest 1980s era episode of All My Children.
But Cory is also a deep thinker, and a spiritual guy –at least his social media strategy team would have us believe.
It’s working. He’s totally got me wrapped around his finger.
Cory shared this on Facebook yesterday:
It was timely for me. (aka “Wow, that Cory Booker is so in my head!)
I’ve been thinking and writing about what I gave up to become who I am now.
Truth is, I think about it a lot. Almost all the time. Definitely, way too much.
Sometimes I wonder if I breathe in nostalgia instead of air.
What could I have been had I made a left instead of a right?
Stayed in Washington instead of moving to New York?
Continued in children’s book publishing instead of leaving to freelance?
Stayed single longer?
Stayed married without kids longer?
Stopped having kids at just one?
At every given moment, indeed, we give up who we are in order to become who we might be.
Right, Cory Booker?
This is automatic. It’s quantum physics (I think). After all, it’s impossible to be who you were and who you are at the very same time. At least, not without a migraine.
If we could do this, we’d be time travelling already. Or having coffee with multi-dimensional beings.
True: We’re often not ready to give up who we are, but just as often we do so in spite of ourselves. Every single day, every single action, may require this on a small level.
And big choices certainly do.
So why not, give it up willingly, for ourselves?
Life is, indeed, a marathon. Through which we shed many layers of skin.
And each time, we birth ourselves anew.
It’s a much better way to approach life — to approach our Self — than constantly imagining “what might have been.”
The intentional act of giving up who we are propels us forward — from past, to present, to unimaginably awesome future.
