I'm currently in a really good place.
Sure, the purge is helping. No doubt.
I'm more active.
My mind is clear.
Clarity is a great substitute for fuzziness.
I feel good. Like James Brown good.
And on Tuesday, I was just blessed. Simply put. Blessed. By random acts of kindness. Yeah, yeah, the kind that Oprah has probably gone on and on about because of some book.
I don't think we're wired for kindness.
We're wired to receive it.
But, I'll go out on a limb and say that we're not quite wired to give it. We do, of course. But more often than not, at least in my case, I tend to think about myself before I think about others. It's hard to look that truth in the face. I challenge you to stare it down.
Anyway, back to Tuesday. It's as if it was, "Show Joline a little kindness day".
On the way out of Great Harvest, which is just chock full of kindness by way of free bread slices, I ran into the father of a former student who is now, gasp, a senior at Northwestern. How can my students be graduating from college? That's another story.
Anyway, we spoke and caught up as we walked to Starbucks so I could grab some tea, and Zane some chocolate milk.
Well, this gentleman just wouldn't dream of my picking up the tab for my drinks. He purchased my tea and Zane's drink and then we walked back to our cars. It was such a "chance" meeting, as he doesn't live in Evanston, but was just down for the day visiting his daughter.
I visit a great market on Dempster every week, as I just can't stand the enormity that is the Jewel or Dominicks - although I do shop there, I tend to prefer the smaller market. So Tuesday, as I was putting Zane in the car, a lovely older couple came over to the car, saw me loading all the bags and Zane into the car, and said,
"You've got your hands full. Is this your cart? Let us return it for you. You do so much."
It's the little things.
But wait! The blessings continued. Even if the next one is sure to kill me.
Out of the blue while I was making lunch, I hear the most glorious little voice, and turn to look into the most glorious blue eyes,
"Mommy, you are beautiful."
"Are you going to cry now?"