In the immortal words of Tammy Wynette, “Sometimes it’s hard being a woman.” and by gum it’s true. If we’re not waxing, shaving, plucking, painting, polishing, moisturizing, exfoliating, injecting, suctioning, lifting, separating or hydrodermabrasing one damn thing or another we’re either being held captive by the type of people who think Burning Man is a good idea or, more likely, we are dead.
Plus there’s the shoes, the clothes, the job, the family and friends, the pets, the elusive search for “personal fulfillment” and all manner of medications and clinically trained professionals we use just so we don’t lose our everloving minds, buy something best described as “semi-automatic” and take out the entire canned food section of a local Piggly Wiggly.
Life is hard. What we forget, is that life is good.
Your mission this week is to spread the love. You don’t have to fly to Southern Malawi to help build a hospital although that’s certainly one way to do it. No, the mission is much simpler. Say something nice to a coworker you normally don’t talk to. Pay a toll for someone else. Send a “checking in” email with friends you haven’t talked to in a while just to let them know you’re thinking about them.
Try –and this is a tough one for me– to go an entire day without making a joke at someone else’s expense.
Yes, this post is sentimental but what can I say? Beneath my hardened, Scotch-soaked exterior is the gooey nougat center of a person who truly believes people are generally and inherently good.
So spread the love and if you’ve got any ideas to inspire your fellow readers, be sure to leave a comment.