My son came out of the bathroom and my brother said “did you wash your hands?”.
“Yes” my son said back, looking sheepish.
“Good, then lick your hands” my brother said to him.
“NO” my son said back.
My brother laughed and told him to go back and wash his hands.
It was a funny interaction that stuck with me. How many times in life do we fake something or do something poorly? How often do we just keep moving on unless we are called out on it? The interaction became something larger for me. I would ask myself “would you lick your hands” when doing things and moving through activities. It became a great gauge to ask myself how “real” I was being with myself. Eventually, my answer was “fuck yes I would lick my hands” to everything that I was doing. So, ask yourself, would you lick your hands? Ask yourself this about everything in your life and if you can’t answer “fuck yes, I would lick my hands right now” then start rewashing your hands until you want to lick them.
