Yikes, I am late! I somehow got myself into a calendaring pickle and haven’t had a moment to write until this evening. But I got all the tasks done last week. I got myself to spin class three days, got in other forms of exercise on alternate days. The journal is filling up with good things and gratitudes. Me and meditation are getting reacquainted. But my random acts of kindness have been small. Random, but small.
But other people are knocking that one of the park. Like this woman behind me in line at the coffee shop Sunday morning. I was 15 cents short and half asleep, and the barista was staring at me as I tried to figure out what I should do. “Um, could I get a medium instead? Should I go get cash and come back?” She stared as I stumbled, and she refused to make it easy for me. And then this angelic creature, this Mother Teresa of All Things Caffeinated, slid two one-dollar bills across the counter and said, “Will this help?” And I loved her more in that moment than anything I’ve loved all week. All I needed was 15 cents and she easily and generously more than covered it, releasing me from the discomfort, humiliation, confusion, and awkwardness, and I was reminded how much this one counts. Since then, my acts of kindness have been more direct.
I also officially signed up for the AIDS ride in June and set up my fundraising page. I’ve got a few donors, and there’s no going back now. My legs are still angry at me, but they’re slowly coming around, along with my relationship to mornings–though I suspect that one will take a lifetime.
Apologies for the short and scattered nature of this post, but I only had a few minutes and wanted to make sure I was keeping up my end of the bargain. Next week will be more substantive – promise! Thanks for sticking with me!