Extreme professional success. Catastrophic failure. Mindfulness. 28-day rehabs. Marriage. More often than not none of these, including bundling several, creates the feeling of having the right to stand toe-to-toe with the world. That sense of less-than continues to generate inner turmoil.
No, you don't have to move there. That might make the transition to self-love and self-acceptance easier. But it's not a prerequisite to coming to feel equal.
The north section of Tucson, Arizona, a town of one million, is one of those Mayberrys. At least as I am experiencing it. No matter the income, education, ethnic origin, gender, or age, the residents can put out their lawn chairs.
Likely they purchased them in Fry's Supermarket (whose parent is Kroger) or Wal-Mart. From those platforms they oversee their little kingdoms. They receive guests. They rebuff some company. They don't try to be anyone. They are already someone.
Shopping is social. And it is never in a rush. In the parking lot you find out not to go to Store A. Instead Store B has that bottled water four cents cheaper. In the store, there are usually tables, chairs, and free or low-priced coffee. We can chew the fat with someone we are just getting to know.
Sharing is the norm. The laundry room is my 100-unit apartment complex is always full of stuff others no longer need. That's where I picked up a comforter and left off cans of dog food my rescue never developed a taste for. Brands? No one exclaims, "In the laundry room, on the share table, I found Calvin Klein undies."
For 25 months I have bunked in Mayberry R.F.D. Clients for my communications boutique come and go. Some I learn from. Others are difficult without being useful to adding to my knowledge base. But so? Like Don Draper from "Mad Men," I shrug.I It's just a means to paying the bills.
The issue, of course, is: Can Mayberry R.F.D. be created or experienced in New York Metro area or the Chicago Loop? Me? I couldn't make that happen.