At this age, I have figured out that the most important thing left for me to do is leave a wake of kindness behind me.
Not fake Hallmark kindness. I am talking about the kind that’s real. The kind that rolls up its sleeves and says, “Hey pal, get your shit together. You deserve to feel whole again.”
I have seen enough of the world to know it is a mess. There is too much anger, too many people walking around wounded, pretending they are fine. I can’t fix the whole damn planet, but I can fix what is within reach. If I can see it, touch it, hear it, or smell it… I’m going to do what I can to make it mo’ betta. Not “more better,” just plain old mo’ betta.
Kindness doesn’t mean soft. It means strong enough to care. It is holding the door, saying you are sorry first, forgiving faster, and checking in on the people who have been silent too long. It is using your scars to help someone else stop bleeding.
The world can stay a shitshow if it wants to. I’m not giving it permission to dull my shine. Like Sister Balthazar taught me in kindergarten — “Let there be peace on earth, and let it begin with me.”
So root hard for your team today. Take a deep breath of that crisp fall air…
… And remember, if we all toss a little kindness in our wake, this world just might get a little mo’ betta.
