I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain.
But First, You Believe Him by Cassi Clerget | NEW (guest) POST
He said it first. I knew it was coming and waited for it, anticipated it. It was as if I was holding my breath and those three words set me free, filling my lungs with a hope I could build a life on.
I. Love. You.
I love you.
I had never heard them…
Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
Sometimes I wish I could finish work, go to the gym and just relax at home with a good book and some fuzzy socks. Then I remember, I’m a teacher.