I make a point to out of my way... to walk to.. the salvation army's kettle. So many people just walk by and ignore the bell ringer. I decided I would walk to where he or she was located and hand them whatever change I happen to have (everytime I go to the store or retail establishment)
Looking at my hair again today and reaffirming to myself that i'm growing it out for Locks of Love.
Sending healing thoughts to my friend and her family. Two of her 4 kids have cystic fibrosis and winter, ESPECIALLY rainy wet and cold winter, can be really hard on their breathing.
Coming into work when i REALLY didn't want to... i know i know... it IS my job... (It seems that everyone else called off and my supervisor is freaking out. I was able to sit down and get some things done to lighten his load. It's my job, but i don't like it when people are stressed out)
I worked from home (saving gas and pollution), and wrapped Christmas presents for Mom. Paid off another credit card, ate healthy and snuggled the cats. Oh yeah, and worked on repairing a relationship at work that my boss fractured, donated money to the Red Cross... hmm, I think that's it for today.
I buried a rather bloody hatchet. I contacted my vitrofragic, bipolar Mex-Ex. I didn't apologize to him for basically committing first degree assault with a deadly weapon on him after he incited me to rage with his act of vandalism (because he would have know that it would be fundamentally insincere, and the past is past), but I buried all my stinking, ruminating hatred and ill will towards him.
I feel proud of the new understanding we have between eachother. We never knew that our deep esteem for eachother didn't even come with an inch of true respect until now. He just never really grasped the depths of our individual problems or the volatile mix that occurs when two people with our kind of wild sensibilities mix. It's amazing how much clearer things can become after six months. I forgot how much we actually enjoyed eachother's company.