Tennis great Roger Federer after an awesome back hand winner down the line as he walks pensive to the other side of the court to receive serve. Severely champion cool.
Rupi Kaur the Indian/Canadian poet has her own version of cool: smile, flick of the long black hair with the hand while eyes thinking of how to connect next. Poet cool.
On the inside, after you have done something authentic, you are cooling down.
Your talent, real effort, authentic synthesis for an elevated result.
Now your blood is reorganizing itself based on the impact of your new experience.
From the outside, this is magnetic to people’s attention even if they don’t know why. They usually don’t. This mystical magnetism is what we call cool.
‘Cool outfit’. ‘Cool car you fixed up’. Cool upholding the truth when someone was bad-mouthing your buddy. Cool fade away jumper.
Professional posers like the Kardashians imitate cool. They are brittle and hollow.
The cool you is agile and spontaneous.
The cool you loves and is loved.
In your blood lives your history, your initiative, your best and your worst. Cool means knowing the worst and bringing your best. Cool means knowing your mistakes and insisting on growing.
To get to cool you draw on your personal history of struggle, of growing and learning, of visualizing and wanting, recalibrating after a defeat and of allowing yourself to be inspired. Cool comes once you put your vulnerable/yet confident/authentic self out there; living your life now – then you rest and your blood cools down. That’s when you bask in the glow of your cooling blood that loved the vigour of sincere human effort.
That’s cool. That’s you.