When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a story teller. I’d weave extra tales from story prompts at school and treasured school journal time. I wanted to write, but I wasn’t very good at it. I entered competitions in play writing and got the equivalent of a “C”. I hated myself over it. At 16, my family went to a get together. First to arrive, a family friend asked me what I wanted to be when I got older, and what I wanted to do in college.
A lot of people feel like the simple small things don’t make a difference to the world around you. I tend to be someone who thoroughly disagrees with that, even though I am quite cynical to the world around me. Creating a culture of kindness around me has probably been the best thing I’ve ever done. I’m not talking about giving with the expectation of receiving, but rather just giving. If you receive something in return, no matter what it is, then obviously, be grateful, but most certainly don’t expect it. Continue reading “Creating a Culture of Kindness”