I was in the checkout line at Target last week when I heard someone call my name.
“David? David McElroy?”
I turned and looked at the man calling my name as though he knew me. The voice was slightly familiar, but I’d never seen this man before. He was a stranger.
Or so I thought until he told me his name. It was someone I’d met in business through a mutual friend. We were friendly and had done a little business together, but we hadn’t ever really been close. Still, the man I saw in front of me wasn’t the man I’d known. This was a new man.
It’d been a couple of years since I’d seen Paul. (That’s not his real name, but it’s what I’m going to call him here.) The guy I knew was a lot heavier. The big weight change was the most obvious difference. But there was something more than that. I couldn’t put my finger on it.
We ended up standing there talking for nearly two hours. He told me all about the changes that had taken place in his life. He seemed eager to tell how the “new” Paul had come about.
Smallest ray of hope can make us feel a change we need is coming
Does your life feel wasted so far? Maybe your best is yet to come
Regain your sanity by focusing only on things you can control
Desperate need to be special drives me to try to matter to those I love
You can change your story, but you first must throw away the old ones
When we feel we’ve lost control, our behavior stops making sense
Pursuit of perfection leaves me feeling shame when I’m flawed
No matter how admired you are, your work won’t make you special