Good Evening and Happy Sunday! I apologize for not messaging in a few days - it is so naughty of me! I have enjoyed a little break; well, not that I'm ever totally taking it easy, but you get what I'm saying. You know, I always enjoy sharing the "real talk" with you, as I see many different behaviors doing what I do.

And sadly, I'm going to abbreviate my message because it was coming off in a way that may have been perceived as too "abrasive". Look, if you've never been out to a bar on a Saturday night at 11:30 pm, and waited in line for ten-plus minutes to get a cocktail, then I strongly urge you to go enjoy this experience. But even better than that, when you approach the bar and the beautiful bartender asks you what you would like, instead of asking for a glass of red or a dirty martini, respond with, "Hi Sexy, I wasn't interested in placing an order, in fact, I don't drink, maybe a water later, but yeah, actually I just wanted to get to know you - so how long have you been working here?" LoL

Fucking see how the bartender looks at you, or even better, how all those standing around you, patiently waiting for their turn to speak to the bartender, look at you. There are those who have the street smarts to know, and there are those who are woefully lost who have no idea. If you've made it this far to read these words, congratulations, as you've done better than many who were blocked immediately upon entering or six months after for attempting to make small talk after having a $0 next to their name - have a tab? No no, I'm not thirsty...

But, what better way to more eloquently share my message than that of a story, thanks to the help of my good friend, ChatGPT....

The Parable of the Interrupted Artist

In a bustling town, Elara's art studio was a favorite stop. Vibrant canvases lined the walls, each more captivating than the one before. Residents and visitors frequently came by—some to commission portraits or landscapes, others generously gifting brushes or paints to support Elara's passion.

Elara was celebrated not only for her talent but also for her unwavering dedication. Every day, a sign at her studio's entrance gently advised: "In Creation - Please Enter Quietly." It was a humble request for respect. The majority understood and complied, knowing that her artistry thrived in moments of focus.

However, one particularly busy morning, as Elara was lost in the hues of a sunrise she was painting, her concentration was jolted by a boisterous voice. "How long does a painting like that take? Ever thought of trying sculptures? Isn't it quite bright in here?"

It was Derin, evidently unfamiliar with the studio's unspoken code. He hadn't ever commissioned Elara or even offered supplies for her craft. Yet, he anticipated the same level of attention from her as those who had been long-standing patrons.

The studio's regulars exchanged subtle, disapproving looks. Taking a deep breath, Elara addressed Derin calmly, "Every moment of distraction means a lost brushstroke on my canvas. While curiosity is appreciated, there's a time and place for everything. The sign outside isn't mere decoration—it's a heartfelt request. My longtime supporters get that. I hope, in time, you will too."

Caught off-guard by the collective gaze of the room, Derin nodded in a mix of embarrassment and realization, torn between staying silently to appreciate the art or leaving to find another place that might entertain his chatter.

Regardless of his choice, word spread in town about that day. It was a simple yet powerful reminder: Respect forms the cornerstone of any community. And in Elara's haven, it was the line between being a cherished guest and a mere passerby.

Be good, be well, and let's make tomorrow better than today...

XoXo,

KS

P.S. And there's a little behind-the-scenes look at how the magic is made! LoL

P.P.S. If you are reading this, the message in the story doesn't apply to you, it is more so for those who are no longer able to read because they are no longer here...