Should I twist or should I stick? That's never an easy question to answer. If I twist, there is always the chance that I will go bust. But if I stick, how can I improve my hand? Then again, my life is not a game of poker and surely the only thing that I am now trying to 'win' is a slightly elusive sense of happiness. So what? The conclusion has finally arrived. I have a better chance of finding that sense of happiness not by taking a risk, but by making more of what I already have.
Today I sent in my letter of resignation to Joe Grooming. I am extremely proud of having created some of what I consider Joe Grooming's greatest products. Being responsible for building out the brand was, at times, a delightfully ambitious project that helped me grow as a maker. Holding the title of Creative Director meant a great deal to me when things were messy in other parts of my life, but now... I realize that my desire to focus on important matters falls strictly within the walls of our house at 117 S 13th Street. The brand Duross & Langel (Store - Salon - Grooming Lounge) deserves no less than my full attention. Too much nonsense leads me astray. Others might do their best for their own purposes, but what I value most in this life falls mainly within the world Sarah and I have created. Having my family's support is a key element in my life. Sarah sharing my life and keeping me on track daily is just an amazing perk of the job.
My UK trip is now only hours away. As I slowly adjust my inner clock to GMT, I am pretty much useless to those around me. Thankfully there is enough love, understanding or respect to allow me to unspool as I set off into my holiday adventure. I intend to meet as many people who are doing what we do on a daily basis, be it salon, barber shop or small business. I am hoping to connect with like-minded individuals who are doing amazing things in their communities, and I hope to share that here and on social media.
There are days when I worry that I might be past it. That I may have missed the grand adventure. However, life continues to show me that no matter how old I am or what I might imagine it is too late for, I am right on time with my plans and dreams. I don't know that I will ever not strive for something more. Something different. If for no other reason than it reminds me of what I already have. Quite often the act of striving helps me to grow as a person. Perhaps become a little more understanding, kinder, or just plain to-the-point. Whatever the reason, it really doesn't matter. So long as it takes me where I need to go, I can lean into whatever may come.
One day when they write the history of today, should there ever be a history of today, I do not think we as a people will be well judged. Our collective choice to be inactive about the real issues of the day is sad. My thoughts are not political. Money is politics and money will always decide the ultimate fate for us all. But the little things that add up. The temperature of the AC, the type of lighting we choose, reusing bags or asking for another. What we choose to recycle and what we choose to throw away. Taking what we need only and leaving the rest. Wasting food. Wasting resources. Wasting our future based on the idea that we might be missing out if we choose to sacrifice. That someone who needs are greater might be taking something away from us. Privilege. Political correctness. Marketing good works as a way to sell your brand. All the bullshit people say and do so that they can feel superior to one another. We all try to shake it off at the day's end and get on with the rest. And in this I am no different than others. do so they can feel superior to others. We all try to shake it off at the day's end and get on with the rest. And in this I am no different than others.
But we can choose to create moments. Beautiful little moments that can change the course of our day. I would like to share with you one of my favorite moments, and it occurs every day except Monday. Each morning, after Sarah and I have caught up, the stylists begin arriving. They stop at the top of the staircase and call down a happy "good morning". In these moments, these little considerate kindnesses, the day arrives for me. No matter what comes next, it is that first connection that carries the day. It may seem small or insignificant but to me it is everything. In the past, some people have accused me of being rigid. Too structured. Not spontaneous. But imagine these wonderful moments structured throughout our day. How much better would we feel? Or would we take them for granted? The choice, I suppose, is ours.