Theme for the day. Get Over Yourself. It's a good one.
I used to use this motto: Get over it. Learn from it. Move through it.
That helped me remember that even in a really rough patch, we can laugh at ourselves, learn from adversity and not get stuck, literally or figuratively. That was back in my single days, my running days...
Yes, those are my race numbers. Road races, I ran. Yes, me.
So I need to get over the fact that my knees won't let me run anymore. But we all have things which we cling to that impede our happiness. Like that tiny little space in my head that still wonders if maybe, someday, I could run again. And those race numbers only take up a little space on the fridge, but really why hang on to them? To prove to myself that I once could do these things?
Maybe I'll let go of these numbers. Not today.
There are other things we can let go of that will open room for something positive. I discovered that with boxed wine. Really. There are some very nice boxed wines now. Getting over my snobbishness about them allowed me to enjoy new wines, well-priced, in environmentally friendly packaging, with less waste. All good things.
Life as a Trapeze
When I'm coaching a friend who is having trouble moving forward, I often pull out the trapeze metaphor. Think about it: you cannot catch the next bar until you let go of the last one.
So letting go of one thing often frees us to accept something new. Maybe it's a trapeze bar, or more likely, a relationship that wasn't working, a prejudice, a dogma. The other day, two different writers posed a "get over it" kind of message. Each was different. Each provocative in its own way.
First, the lightening rod. Almost everyone I know has an opinion about John Mariani. People think he's brilliant, he's insufferable, and everything in between. While he gins up conversations and flurries of posts and comments, I'm sure he's grinning to himself. Half the comments are about how tired the subject is, yet offer their own opinion. He wins. A. he's getting page views, he's getting comments, he's getting traffic. B. he's getting paid as a food and wine writer, nothing to sneeze at these days. C. If the subject were so tired, people would no longer have opinions on it. And there's always a new audience. (Of course, some people believe once they have weighed in on a subject, the subject itself is over. Talk about arrogance.)
His title: Locavore, Schmocavore, is one I've written about (see Sensible Sustainability) and it's one people still ask me about. In other words, while folks in Manhattan may be over it (judging by the New Yorker comments) there are plenty of others who are still grappling with how to make food choices that matter. How to ferret out the greenwashing, how to enjoy food and still be responsible, these are questions that do still have merit. If he gets people talking about it with a provocative title, what's the harm in that?
Mariani tells locavores to get over themselves and Adam Japko, author of Wine Zag, a great wine blog, tells himself and by extension us, to get over our snobbishness and discover Niagara wines. In Get Over Yourself with Niagara Wine Adam starts out:
The idea of heading north for the long immersion weekend on both sides of the Niagara wine region’s international border was not rocking my world.
Soon he finds his preconceived notions challenged, and discovers joy in the most unexpected place. His eloquent words grabbed my attention:
Love wine first for its expression and secondarily for its pedigree
This captured my attention and perhaps because I read it so close on the heels of the Mariani piece. But I love it for its simplicity and its grace.
It also reminded me of a time a few years back when I'd been researching the locavore (then still fairly new) and 100-Mile Diet trend. I was having a conversation with a favorite farmers' market farmer. I asked "Hey Chris, what wine was in your glass last night?" "French."
So let's lift a glass - of something new, something we might've been foolishly overlooking - and toast to getting over ourselves. That includes you Locavores. And the haters, too.
I, for one, will follow a path of sensible sustainability. Trying to make choices that matter, to me, in the way that I understand the issues. I'm okay with that.