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Do you want to know one of my favorite things?  It had been blah-cloudy all day. You know what I mean, cloudy and muggy with no good reason. Seriously, it’s a real downer and I spent a lot of this afternoon trying to get motivated to do something.

So, after watching Jeopardy, I made myself go out side to do something and saw the pile of branches I’d been meaning to cut up all week. Not my favorite thing, but it had to be done. Awesome.

I was outside for maybe half an hour, which encompassed not only cutting branches, but a petting session with one of my favorite neighbor kitties, the wind suddenly picked up with a purpose. All of the little hairs that had worked loose from my braid suddenly stood straight up in the rush and there was a note of change in the air. It was exciting, exhilarating. I could smell the rain, but it didn’t arrive for a good ten minutes after it began announcing its arrival. I continued cutting dead branches, just enjoying the feel of the wind with a purpose running through my hair.

It was a wind of change, a wind with a job to do.

I felt joy.

Suddenly, the day that had been somewhat boring weather-wise (I did get some good reading and writing in) was now exciting and unpredictable. I stayed out as the first few sprinkles fell and didn’t go inside until it was a semi-decent rain.

Life is beautiful sometimes, God gives you these little gifts. You just have to be open to find the joy and I need to learn this more than anyone.

Many thanks for the joy of the wind tonight.

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Last week, I got an email from the parent of a student who I had taught for two years, fourth and fifth grade. This child had been a delight, her family was supportive and amazing, and I will always have fond memories of them. If all of my students and families had been like them, I probably would have stayed in teaching.  I won’t show you the contents of the email, it’s private, but the gist of it was to show me how well this student was doing now and to thank me for being her teacher.  The thanks were profuse and overwhelming and beautiful.

I teared up. Immediately. I couldn’t speak for a few minutes, but I showed Marty Man and then quietly went on with what else I was doing. I went back later and reread it, but I was uncomfortable with those beautiful words. It took me, shamefully, a whole week to even think of something worthy to write back to them because I had to make myself sit down and do it. It wasn’t because I was too busy or I didn’t want to correspond with them, but because I have a really hard time accepting compliments and praise.

But then I thought about it some more. When I first read the email, I smiled and I felt honored and blessed to have received it, and that’s how I think they wanted me to feel. When you write somebody a wonderful, sincere, letter, you don’t expect them to get upset. You write it because you care about that person in some way and you want them to know that they mean something to you. You want them to be happy. If I wrote a letter to someone who meant a great deal to me, I would want them to feel happy when they read it and, like I said, part of me did feel happy before the self-loathing demons decided to rear their ugly heads. I was able to push past them and go back to that first happy feeling. (Accepting a nice compliment shouldn’t be this hard, should it? Anxiety and depression are very tiring sometimes.) After a struggle, I decided to accept what they had to say, cried a few happy tears, and printed out the email to keep forever in the fire-proof box with a grateful heart.

Aaaaand, that let me to thinking about other things. When was the last time you reached out to tell someone what they meant to you? A teacher, a friend, a relative, a neighbor? Someone who has no idea that they helped you in some way, someone who you regard highly? Tell them. Yep, that’s my challenge to you this weekend. Go out and tell somebody how they made your day, or your year, or your life. There are people who have gone out of their way for you at some point and you appreciated it. (If you didn’t appreciate it, shame on you!) Call them, text them, send them an email, send up a smoke signal, but tell them that in some small, or not so small way, they helped you along and you want to thank them. The world needs more positivity and love. Heck, we’re dealing with the crudest, most crass, vilest political candidates that I can remember (one in particular), there are terror threats everywhere, and the comment sections of the internet are filled with scary people, so don’t be like that. Telling someone what they mean to you is a nice thing to do and could just make their day. Who knows? They could turn it around and pass it on to someone else and so on. Will we change the world? Probably not, but we can make it a more pleasant place to be.

Do I truly accept every nice thing that that parent said about me? Well, maybe not. I do what I do the best way that I can, but I’m at the process point now where I can feel content that they think of me in that way. It’s a nice feeling. Now go pass it on to somebody else. Tell me about it in the comments section. I love to hear from you!

A presto…

 

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