Why Oct 2 is a day Iâll never forget
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my imagination, people on sabbatical continue to be productive members of society. Yâknow, like a professor who takes a year off and writes a New York Times bestseller. Not me. I didnât write a book or much of anything at all. I didnât learn Spanish or polish up my French. I didnât knit, garden or bake. The only thing that went in my oven was frozen food from Costco. When my body started to disappear and my pants stopped fitting, I got smaller pants. When I stopped being able to run in the forest, the only thing that made me feel human, I started chugging high-calorie smoothies in the morning. It was a long four weeks. I did a lot of crying for the life I thought I was going to have, lamenting the break-up of my family. I wallowed in my grief, letting it wash over me like a slow march to the funeral pyre. It was beautiful and horrible all at once. My optometrist prescribed special drops to keep my eyes lubricated. What kind of sick joke is that?! All that crying didnât even lubricate my eyes. Mostly I did one thing. I laid on the floor face down on my shag rug listening to Ye (aka the artist formerly known as Kanye West). This is an embarrassing story for another day, but until last month I was living in total ignorance of Ye. I couldnât name a single one of his jams or even pick his face out of a crowd. Yet here we are, three weeks later, and I have shed more tears than I thought possible for a human to shed, all to the thunderous roar of Ye and the Sunday Service Choir, blaring at me in surround sound from the Sonos speakers in my living room.
I listened to the album Jesus is King so many times I could rap whole passages in my sleep. I became so obsessed that I special ordered this 4â portrait for my wall. [Kanye West portrait hanging on the wall]( Thatâs not all the merch Iâve got. Thereâs also a framed poster featuring the album cover for The Life of Pablo. I have birthday balloons with Yeâs face on it, a picture of him on both my iPhone and desktop wallpapers, plus a birthday card I bought for myself that says, "I love you like Kanye loves Kanye." And thatâs just what I can think of off the top of my head. My handsome friend Jon will live forever in my memory as "the guy who brought me to Ye." That's really saying something given his bulging muscles and Ryan Reynolds-looking face. (Read [this email]( if youâre not getting the joke 😉) During my sabbatical, Jon would call me to ask how itâs going and Iâd have to admit that I was listening to Ultralight Beam for the 87th time that day and shopping for more Ye gear on Etsy. [psst...if you want to send me a birthday present, just get a mug with Yeâs face on it or a fridge magnet that says "loving you is Yeezy" 😉] All this to say, youâre going to be hearing a lot about Ye for the foreseeable future, and all the things Iâm learning from him. Heâs inspired me to embrace the parts of myself that are outrageous to the point of offensive, and let them out more often. I am attempting to love myself as much as Ye loves Ye. That means Iâm not going to beat myself up for the times when I donât get it right in life and in business. I can learn the lessons and do something different next time as Ye does. It might mean that my emails are even more Tarzan and less "do this instead of that with your email marketing." But thatâs just a hypothesis for now. Thereâs this line from the song Selah that goes, "Everybody wanted Yandhi. Then Jesus Christ did the laundry." Iâm pretty sure he means that instead of doing the thing everyone wanted him to do (like release Yandhi, his ninth album), he was going to do the thing he felt called to do: make Tarzanâs new favourite album of all time, Jesus is King. Iâm glad Ye did it. And if I make any "out of left field" moves in the next year, like say writing a steamy memoir instead of a business book, you can guess where Iâm taking my inspiration. xo,
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