Somewhere deep down.
I’m a snob.
Not a money snob.
Maybe a taste snob.
A swag snob.
And I had my snobbery sliced and diced by a woman whom I deeply admire.
And it was so good for me.
It began with her respect for red toilet, where I smirked, she smiled with child-like enthusiasm.
And sometimes, that’s all you need to ground you a little.
Shake off the dust a little.
And love what you already have.