A great way to look at it is to go back to the opening lines to one of my favorite childhood books, Winnie the Pooh by A.A. Milne…
Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it.
How much of our time do we spend bumping down the stairs thinking that there must be another way but not stopping and figuring out how to not do bounce our heads on the steps?
It’s OK. You can still love your own Christopher Robin. There’s just a better way to show that love without getting a concussion.