I love to see people going “all in” on something they’re passionate about. Meditation, breast-feeding, quitting sugar, raising chickens. It’s fantastic. Especially when you see their eyes light up while they talk about it; the energy they’re pouring into it and the reward(s) they’re getting out of it is exciting to watch.
I’d love to suggest some sort of collective agreement, however, that when people adopt a new lifestyle or habit or make a decision they’re fully committed to, it doesn’t become a new license for pretentiousness.
It’s fabulous that cloth diapers are back. Awesome. I get it. But we need to quit throwing shade (I totally know that I’m too old to use that term, but I just did.) at mammas who have three kids, a husband, a full-time job, a house, and get 4.7 hours of interrupted sleep a night, for not joining you on the diaper pail train.
Same goes for organic food planted by unicorns and grown under the light of the full moon while angels whisper loving thoughts over the garden so that we can make perfect green juice in $12,000 fair-trade juicers made in Iceland (in sustainable huts) out of all recyclable materials by the hands of juicer building fairies .
And God help me with the gluten-free diets.
Can we all agree we’re doing the best we can? And I mean that literally. There are days when some people have to call getting out of bed a “win”. That should be okay. That should be enough. That is enough.
We all go through times in our lives where we’re feeling like we’re on top of the world and we’ve got things figured out and somehow feel the need to preach our wisdom to the masses. Then we hit our thirties.
In all sincerity, I love to see people care. I love to see people make changes they believe in. But one person’s new-found belief in tiny houses doesn’t mean everyone without one is Capitalist scum.
I’m all for fair-trade, sustainability, renewable energy, organic, etc. but don’t hate on those who are just not ready, not educated, not able, not aware, not interested, or who simply just cannot.
Our energy, passion, circumstances, opportunities, and focus are not someone else’s. Sharing our lives, decisions, and choices with others is one thing. Cramming it down their throats or shaming them for not adopting their lives to mirror the same is unfair.
I love that you buy organic wine made by vintners who harness the power of the mind to run their equipment and read positive affirmations over every bottle before shipping. But sometimes I need to buy Charles Shaw. We’re both okay.