Wednesday was probably the worst day I have had in weeks, but by Thursday morning things had found their way to settling. I arrived at work to find a bouquet of a dozen multicolored roses on my desk from my friend and colleague, Dei Promissio, who has a Masters in Random Acts of Kindness. She’s the kind of person who will leave Baci kisses in your mailbox, or a Milky Way in your desk drawer. If she borrows a package of staples, she replaces it with two more. Her life has been quite difficult, but upon meeting her, one couldn’t possibly discern the amount of hardship that she has experienced. Among those who know Dei Promissio, her kindness is imprinted on our hearts.
Over the past few days we have exchanged several notes of gratitude between one another and in one of her notes, she wrote: the “hunger years” of living pay check to pay check are not long, focus on the journey. Think of England (not in the aristocratic sense of duty), but of the very real journey upon which you are about to take. This time together is sacred and exciting. Enjoy where you are going, who you are becoming and who you are with because these years are not as long as they may seem. Find a way to enjoy and when you cannot find your own joy, make joy for others.
It seems to be sagely advice for anyone, at any age. I’m paying it forward.