by Presence

       Earlier, talking to my mom, she mentioned a guy at work who played guitar well, she said, “like me.” At the time I shrugged it off, but tonight I found myself playing guitar not only well, but enjoying doing it. And I haven’t picked up the guitar in nearly a year, or thought of myself as a good guitar player since I began. Therefore I recommend complimenting another, “you’re beautiful,” “you can be so genuinely kind;” just slip the truth – merely how you feel about another in your heart – into conversation nonchalantly.