Each year, the Great Pumpkin rises out of the pumpkin patch that he thinks is the most sincere. He’s gotta pick this one. He’s got to. I don’t see how a pumpkin patch can be more sincere than this one. You can look around and there’s not a sign of hypocrisy. Nothing but sincerity as far as the eye can see. – Linus, It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown
A couple weeks ago I went to Portland, a city so rife with irony that I’m pretty sure no one has worn a haircut or clothing item they genuinely liked since 2002. Chris asked me what my favorite part of the trip was. It wasn’t the snazzy Social Media Club party at the hip Pearl District venue, although that was nice. It wasn’t dinner at Deschutes Brewery, although the Yellow Belly Burger there was so good that for a brief moment I had a vision of running through a meadow towards it while “Bolero” played in the background.
It was sneaking out of the conference for a few minutes with Alison and Courtney from Raven Tools, to walk over to the Dutch Brothers Coffee stand. Inside the three young baristas were having an impromptu dance party to Miley Cyrus’ “Party in the USA.”
It was fun, and goofy, and nobody felt like pretending that they weren’t enjoying themselves. For a couple of minutes, we all had permission to not be ironic. To be genuinely, sincerely silly while enjoying an unseasonably warm November day.
So I’d like to wish you a sincerely great week, free to just enjoy each moment as it comes, without worrying about what other people will think.