I love 5 star properties, Michelin dining, and designer shopping experiences because the service is immaculate. It’s unmatched.

I don’t care if it’s technically your job. That you may just be showing up to make that check..You are still choosing to be present and you are displaying what I perceive as kindness, attentiveness, and you are going the extra mile for lil ol me.

It’s everything my parents didn’t quite have the capacity to give me on a regular basis. It’s like a warm hug from my grandmother-who lived to serve.

Thing is..I live to serve too. I strive to make an impact wherever it matters. I want to make a difference. I want to see improvement. I want to see the light in me inspire the light in others. I want to see that garden BLOOM.

A man recently told me that I shouldn’t get used to this kind of service/treatment. But he said it out of his own insecurity.

I rolled my eyes. Laughed it off.

Little does he know I would never ever fucking get used to it. The day I become entitled to this level of service is the day I start to hate myself. I don’t ever want to become that person. I will continue to enjoy all that life presents as simple and God-given. But you can be assured I will always be elated at the free macaroons. At the glass of champagne. At the round-the-clock butler service. At the attention to detail I quite frankly was not aware could make me feel so warm and fuzzy.

So all you incredible service/hospitality/retail employees-the ones l’ve had the fortune of meeting and the ones I will have the pleasure of crossing paths with in the future-thank you. From all of me. I can’t even begin to describe what you’ve done for my inner child. (Though I did just kinda try to huh lol)

Anywho. You are loved and seen and appreciated. Muah.