Throat punches and snowflakes.

So I’m an aspiring personal development author and speaker currently moonlighting as a waiter. That’s right, a waiter. On a very basic level I get paid to ask people what they want and bring it to them. It’s greeaaaat.

 

This position of employment requires me to deal with people for a living. All kinds of people. Some are very pleasant and kind and some are fucking assholes that I want to punch in the throat. Regardless of the type of person I’m dealing with, I go through the motions and make sure they have everything they need.

 
Throughout the countless interactions I have on a daily basis, I’ve come to be able to read people fairly well. It comes with the territory. I can usually tell within the first fifteen seconds of meeting people whether or not I’m going to want to throat punch them at some point during the night.
 
You learn to read peoples energies. As I said before, some people are kind, some are rude, some aren’t paying attention, and some are buried in their phones. The people who are trying to escape something and the people who are just trying to have a good time.
 
But, every once in a while I get customers who have this overwhelming sense of peace as if they are centered in themselves in a way that can’t be explained. It’s not arrogance or confidence, but authenticity at the highest degree. As if they know exactly who they are, what they’re doing and why they’re doing it.
 
Here I stand with this fake ass smile like “what can I get you sir” and I’m completely drawn into their genuine aura, nearly envious of their appearance of having all the answers.
 
It’s these types of people who may have changed my life.
 
After taking notice of this on more than once occasion I started paying closer attention to people. I wanted to understand what separated me from them. I wanted answers. How the fuck were they so grounded in who they were? How could I become such a man?
 
When I left those types of interactions it’s as if their energy had rubbed off on me. That type of positive authenticity in a world of people who have no idea who the fuck they are is compelling.
So I started reading books. I started following thought leaders on social media and influencers in the personal development world. My findings were astonishing.
 
See the type of people I’m speaking of don’t depend on social media to tell them who they are, nor do they base their level of attractiveness on how many likes they got on a selfie. It’s not the Kardashians or other reality television stars whose behaviors they model. These outside forms of approval and social influence mean nothing to them because they have the one thing so many, including myself, struggle with and that magical damaged link is self-acceptance.
 
Self-acceptance- an individual’s satisfaction or happiness with oneself. It involves self-understanding, a realistic, albeit, subjective, awareness of one’s strengths and weaknesses. It results in an individual’s feeling about oneself that they are of “unique worth”.
 
Unique worth? No wonder that mother fuckers all smiley and charming. He truly in his heart believes he’s a snowflake.
 
All jokes aside, self-acceptance is some real shit. It is one of the hardest things in my experience to attain and it seems as if when I gain it in one area of my life it is fleeting in another but it’s a process and a process that does not include likes, double taps, or the Kardashians.
 
It’s the key to true happiness and unlocks all the doors.
 
So how do we get it?
 
Love yourself. Be kind to yourself. Cut out the negative self-talk. Speak to yourself the same way you would speak to your lover, your mother, or someone you admire. Take better care of your mind and body, eat right (at least 50% of the time to start), exercise. Stop comparing yourself to others and discover who you truly are.
 
May we all be a little more authentically us every day. I promise it’s worth it.

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