I’ve been thinking lately… DANGER!!!!… thinking about why it’s so easy to remember the people who wronged me throughout my life… the times I’ve been made fun of or been made to feel stupid. I can sit down right here and make a list 2 miles long of all of those instances, but I don’t think I could do the same for the instances where people have gone out of their way to be kind. I know it’s happened a LOT in my lifetime. I am surrounded by a plethora of generous and loving people. Maybe it was the fact that I had such a low opinion of myself that I focussed on the bad instead of the good. I’d so often try to write off the kindness as oh, they had to say that… they were just being nice… they didn’t really mean it. That’s the war cry of low self esteem and even lower self confidence. But it really does something to that hardened heart to be on the receiving end of a kindness. A lightness to step and a mysterious tugging upward of the corners of the ole mouth… and suddenly you’re on top of the world… ready to conquer anything that comes your way.
I have no idea if any of this is making any sense. For all I know I’m writing in Swahili. I’m working on brain fumes tonight (aka this morning) and I swear to you a chipmunk nearly peed in my Cheerios this morning… figuratively… not literally! Chipmunks in the winter are known as Otter pops around these parts!
So, I’m making it my mission to acknowledge and appreciate the kindnesses that are thrown my way. Write them down and take them to heart.
This week’s kindnesses included the sweet ladies and gentleman at both of the assisted living centers we sang at, who went out of their way to mosey on up, some in their walkers, to thank us for coming to sing to them. They didn’t have to… they could have saved their energy to walk back to their rooms, but they did it anyway… and that made it all worth it.
The second one happend as I was shopping in the crafting store for my Afghanistan Afghan Yarn Stash… I hadn’t bothered to get a cart, so just loaded down my arms with approximately 85,000 skeins of yarn. Whilst I was standing in the middle of the aisle looking like the Good Year Blimp’s Cousin, Good Year Yarney, a lady passed by with a bunch of crafting supplies in her cart. She stopped, turned around, and offered me the coupons she had… saying that she knew there was some reason she brought them in. Did she have to do that? Absolutely not. She could have kept to herself and been on her merry way, but she chose to make my day instead. Warm fuzzies! Now them’s the kind of things that make you walk around with your head held a little higher. Thank you, sweet lady with the fabric.
Question of the Day: What’s the last “warm fuzzy” you recieved or gave?