Tag: growth

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 162

Day 162: “To Not Know”

I don’t know

Say it with me,

I don’t know

It’s okay to not know

To not venture a guess

To not speculate

To not make believe you know more

Than someone else

Someone dumb enough to ask the question

It’s actually stronger,

Braver,

Smarter

To ask the question

To say, ‘I don’t know’

To stop,

Pause

Listen

Ask someone else

To be real

Level

Authentic

And not hide behind an imagined superiority

The ego-centric belief that if someone finds out you don’t know as much

You’ll lose all of the respect and reverence you’ve garnered

You’ve actually already lost it

If you can never admit

You don’t know

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 154

Day 154: “It’s Nice to Have a Friend”

The other night, my phone was dangerously low

You know, what I rely on for directions and communication with my loved ones

So I went in search of an outlet

Did I mention it was late?

After a Broadway show

So I went where everyone goes to look for an outlet

Rockefeller Center

I also had this perfect daydream where I’d walk by

And they’d say they need someone to fill a seat in the audience at SNL

And I’d say, “Sure, I don’t have anything else going on.”

You know, trying to play it cool

Well shockingly that didn’t happen

But I also couldn’t find an outlet

So I approached a worker

And asked if there was a place I could charge my phone

After a few awkward moments twiddling my thumbs

What else are you supposed to do when you don’t have your phone?

I started asking the worker questions

Learned about his life

He said he’s worked at Rockefeller Center in one capacity or another for 25 years

He said he likes the area and came to NYC in the 1980s

He said he’s never seen a Broadway show

After some time,

I asked for my phone back

Said it was great to meet him

Told him my name

I asked for his

And I said maybe I’d see him later this week when I’m back to attend some talk shows

He said that’d be wonderful

I walked away proud

Proud to have pushed my shyness to the side

To have started a convo

To have made a friend

In my family we call them TPPFs

Temporary public place friends

I make them mostly when I’m traveling

It was a fun moment of connection

Who knows, maybe I’ll see my TPPF again

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 142

Day 142: “Each Poem”

Each poem I write

Is a love letter to myself

It’s permission to explore

To dive deep

To be unapologetic

To be myself

It’s a chance to try something new

Write something new

To go back in time

To look to the future

All while being completely in the present

To escape into this moment

To know myself

To get to know myself

To have fun

Be fearless

Put myself out there

Be okay with putting myself out there

To be silly

Carefree

To learn to relax

Not take myself so seriously

Poetry is a magic wand

A powerful tool

I wonder who I’ll be when this is done