After three days off from everything – church lady, optical, my own business, and babysitting G – it was tough to get going this morning. Back to the grind, I thought.
But maybe not. Signs often become apparent after the fact.
The first random anti-grind thing was a Facebook message with a request to ask me a personal question off the record – from an old surface acquaintance. Since I like to push boundaries every now and then, I said “sure”. Famous last words.
Halfway through brushing my teeth I noticed an emerald stud earring in the drain. I rarely leave earrings within reach of my cat Jag, and now I know why. The first earring was long gone, so I threw the other one in the trash. They were a gift from an ex over 11 years ago. He’s married and has a kiddo, so I have no reason to worry about the loss. Except I liked the earrings!
On my way through the apartment lobby, I spotted a cute blonde boy, likely in his mid-20s. I smiled, and he gave me a nervous smirk. Then he exited the first set of doors and let them slam in my face. Hmmm. As I followed him down the hallway, I noticed he was carrying a plastic bag and seemed a bit out of his element. Walk of shame, perhaps? Ahh, I understood then. He also held the next door open for me, so he redeemed himself. And even if he hadn’t, I would understand. He probably had other things running through his head at the moment.
When I pulled up to the window at the Starbucks drive thru, the partner with my latte said the lady ahead of me got my drink. I thought she meant that either the lady in front of me mistakenly received my order, so I would need to wait a minute while they made another; or the lady in front of me ordered the same thing. When I handed her my card to pay, she explained further that the lady paid for my drink. She said that happens every now and then – random acts of kindness from strangers. How cool!
While I have the church lady and optical busy work to do today, I really can’t complain about the daily grind. Each day is very unique. We just have to take a minute and appreciate the special, seemingly little things that happen.