One Thing

Once upon a time, I did all that I could think of to make a relationship work. I reenacted a scene from “Love, Actually“. I e-mailed, called, texted, all of it. Eight years later, I stopped trying. And that is fine. No regrets.

That is all a story for another time. But there is one thing that stuck in my brain that has never really left. I would have moments where I would think, “Okay, so if she was my wife, what could I do to make her life easier?” Those would be the days when I would climb onto the kitchen counters and scrub the top of the cabinets. The days where I would give the bathroom a thorough cleaning. Developing habits of kindness is never a bad thing.

When I am in a deep funk, I have found that it helps to focus on other people. I try to write notes supporting others. Sometimes those notes have completely blown up in my face. More often, I receive pleasant feedback. In the perfect world, I get to focus on someone else, they feel appreciated, and I get a nice pat on the back. I make them feel better and they do the same to me.

Today was a funk-day. More frustration than I like. However, others have it harder than I do.

There was a coworker who was having a hard time with her crown. She lamented that she was going to have to drink her lunch. That solid food was the enemy. Unbeknownst to her, I had just bought a 48-pack of oatmeal to keep at work. (Have I mentioned I am Quaker?)

I offered her some packets of oatmeal. I was met with tears of appreciation. My morning became a little less crappy.

That one thing you can do. That one piece of trash that you can pick up. The one less chore your spouse has to deal with. The notion appears in every Dickens’ book, so it must be true.

Sometimes you just need to do one thing.

About Cosand

He's a simple enough fellow. He likes movies, comics, radio shows from the 40's, and books. He likes to write and wishes his cat wouldn't shed on his laptop.
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