I was hanging with my best buddy, Lowelly yesterday. We were eating hamburgers, talking, and occasionally watching golf on television. She was interested in the outfits the golfers were wearing. “Pink alert! Pink alert!,” she would whisper to me when a certain golfer dressed in pink came on. And then she shook her head and looked disgusted the way only a six-year-old fashionista can manage.
One of the most appealing things about young children is the way they can simply leave their old selves behind. Pink was Lowelly’s favorite color. She once became quite upset when I confessed it wasn’t mine. But now she has simply moved on with no explanations, no guilt for having “flip-flopped” on the favorite color issue, or no nostalgic look back. (Remember when I liked pink?”)
Like Emerson, Lowelly finishes the day and is done with it. (Some times it doesn’t have to be a whole day.) Like Whitman, she contains multitudes, and she’s comfortable with the contradictions. And we’d probably all be better off if we imitated her.
So this week, don’t let the past hold you back. If you want to make a change, make it.