Being cool and chill about even the most spectacular moments is such a deeply New York malady. I feel bad for those afflicted by it. There is such reward in wonder, yearning, excitement, and effusiveness.

It’s okay to admit that you’re impressed by someone. That you didn’t feel like you belonged or that your feelings were hurt. That you can’t believe how lucky you are to stand in a room or how much you yearn to be included next time. It’s okay to appreciate and fawn over the things you don’t yet have or someone you don’t yet know without the pangs of envy.

The people around you are compliments of your existence, not competition. Those preoccupied with maintaining an insular demeanor perceive the world from a place of scarcity.

We live in an abundant place. Invite others to the table, break bread, and be in community with one another. Be impressed by your tablemates, curious, collaborative. There is a feast laid out before you. If you try to gorge alone, gluttony will sicken you.