I’ve been thinking lately about how I can somehow make a place in this world…thinking about the fact that I’m no longer of child-bearing age so that I won’t leave a legacy in a human form, but what can I do to possibly touch peoples’ lives? Of course, it doesn’t have to be a big impact, although, wouldn’t it be amazing if it were?
What can I do? What can I say? How can I help my fellow peeps out there in this world?
The thing is, I hope that I’m a good friend. I hope that I’m a good daughter and maybe even get to the place where I can somehow be a good sister to my…different brother. I wish I was a better neighbor, but I’m rarely home, so I don’t know many of my neighbors (except for the ones with dogs who bite my ankles and other random folks - remember the guy who told me, “no wonder you’re single!”). I hope I’m a decent boss. My staff does NOT make things easy, but I want to be someone they at least respect. I know I can be working on a lot of these things, but I hope that I am at a minimum, pointed in the right direction.
I don’t ask for much. In fact, I don’t ask for hardly anything, and in return, I don’t get asked for much either. Is this the right thing? Should I be pursuing more - so that in return I can give more??
I feel like maybe I’ve started a little bit in that I’m asking the advise of people I admire from a business standpoint, and people are also starting to come to me from the same angle.
Is the universe just one big push/pull? And if that is the case, maybe I should show up for the universe a bit more, no?
So I started thinking about random acts of kindness a little bit. I know that’s a phrase that’s thrown around a lot. People buying other folks coffee at Starbucks and the like. It feels kind of cliché. I mean, I’ve done it before…and I’ve had someone buy me a coffee as well, and it was really a nice feeling.
But today I was at the gas station filling up the car and there was one of those big ol’ noisy beat up muscle cars next to me and a big, gangly, rough old dude got out. I went inside to get a gas station coffee (this particular gas station has gooooood coffee) and I got in line and up to the counter and looked right behind me, and at the spur of the moment, I told the cashier that I wanted to get the rough guy his coffee and breakfast, and he looked at me with such utter bewilderment and shock that I thought he was going to fall over!
He was like, “WHAT? Why??!”
And I answered, “Just so that you’ll have a nice day!”
And we ended up kind of walking out to our cars together, and he was all stuttery and mumbly, and when he got to his car he said, “You know that’s going to just stagger me for the rest of the day.”
And I said, “Don’t be staggered…just enjoy!”
We both drove away.
Now. I don’t know exactly how he was feeling about me gifting him his breakfast, but I’m hoping that it was a happy surprise. I did get a little jolt of excitement out of it. Maybe I can finesse my delivery somehow, but doing a little nice thing daily might just be part of the medicine that I’ve been needing lately. Maybe it will spark some other things?
Maybe…
xox,
GS
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