You have no idea how much I've missed you. Seriously, without you this whole thing's just a journal entry. But with you it's one of the best parts of my Monday.
Even if I've never met you face to face, I realize I'm writing to a flesh-and-blood human being, with joys and hardships not much different from my own. I know this in part because I've heard from some of you.
More often than not, I write back. What an honor that is, to go from a Pep Talk to a dialogue! Even if you don't write me (you're not expected to), I thank you for the privilege to touch your life.
And if for some reason you've written and I've not written back when I should have? It is so not personal. Especially these last few months.
"I feel your pain." — Bill Clinton
To make a long story short, it was not the easiest of summers. Yet even as I write that, I can't help but smile a little. Because the same summer that knocked the wind out of my sails also made me count my blessings.
The blessings are always there. Always.
For me it was the friend who called so out of the blue. Picking up where we left off. Another friend who sent a handwritten thank-you for a kindness half-forgotten, a note that smoothed the edges off a rougher-than-ever day.
And to the reader who wrote and asked for my advice (and thanked me profusely when I gave it)? I can tell you this now: That exchange may well have done more for me than it did for you. The blessings are always there.
If you want to lighten your load immeasurably
Lighten someone else's load. That's what that reader and the two friends did for me. That's what you and I have the power this week to do for someone else—a customer. A co-worker. A friend or family member. Your boss. Even a stranger. Be a force for good this week. The world needs you more than ever.
Be a force for good this week. The world needs you more than ever.
— Gina DeLapa