Kind Words.
This will be a short entry, at least for me...I've been too busy and too stressed out to write anything in the last couple of days. I owe Sarah an email, I owe people returned calls, but right now, I'm just pulling my hair out with work.Grumpy, aggravated, and generally bluesy, as I've been for the last couple of days, someone said something kind to me and it meant all the world for those few seconds.I went to buy some incense for my apartment. The scents calm me, soothe me and I associate the smell of incense with good times -- other times I've enjoyed, when I've smelled incense. Anyway, the girl at the counter had a very cheerful disposition and when I bought the incense, she stared at me for a few seconds and said: "I wish I had your hair." My hair has been dishelved today; I haven't done a thing with it. It looks like a train wreck. And still she said those words. And then she said: "You've been coming here for awhile, haven't you? I haven't worked here in several months, but I remember you from when I used to work here." Yes, it is true. I've been going there for awhile now. But I didn't remember her. And yet she remembered me. And for some odd reason, it touched me. Along with her kind words about my hair.All silly stuff, I know. But it cheered me up. Her sunny disposition, her sweet words, the fact that she remembered me...I think I'll try and smile more. And say kinder things. Maybe it'll mean nothing to most people, but maybe someone else will be cheered up like I've been by the effort.Going dancing tonight. That'll be good. I need it.