Things We Forget

I once met a dancer who moved with purpose. It reminded me that grace is something we practice, not something we’re born with.

I met a therapist who spoke with such compassion it made me rethink the way I talk to myself.

I met a motivational speaker who asked me, “What are you willing to grow through?” I still replay that sentence.

I met a professor who believed in me before I believed in myself. That felt like real fame.

I met a local teacher who isn’t globally famous, but they changed more lives than most celebrities ever will.

I once met a musician who told me that talent means nothing without persistence. I think about that every time I want to quit.

I met an author whose books helped me through a difficult time. Meeting them reminded me that words can heal.

I met a musician with millions of fans. And yet, they smiled at me like we were old friends.

I chatted with a painter whose murals cover half the city. Their hands looked like art themselves.

I ran into a popular comedian in line for tacos. Honestly, tacos make everyone approachable.