I’m still doing good deeds but they haven’t been exciting enough to blog about daily – gave up seat for pregnant lady, let other people go ahead of me in line, spent an entire day holding doors open for EVERYONE IN THE WORLD, responded charitably and kind to someone who drives me up the wall on a regular basis, lent money to a friend in need.
PHEW. GOOD DEEDS ARE TIRING ME OUT. Just kidding. They mostly make me feel great.
I kind of wanted to donate some blood today as my good deed but I have a feeling my family would kill me considering this is what happened last time I gave that the old college try.
So, I haven’t quite figured out what to do as a good deed yet today BUT I wanted to say that I’ve noticed that the more I get outside myself and serve others, the more people seem to be turning around to help ME. I mean, perhaps it’s a crazy karma responsible for lavishing me with thoughtfulness simply because that’s what I gave out to others. But I think it’s actually more about the fact that I’m just hyper aware of it right now so even when someone does a small thing for me, I notice it and it feels AMAZING.
Last week, I was dashing from yoga to an improv show and because my body still sweats after yoga for like 20 minutes (seriously, Bikram, why do you make me feel so gross), and I was running late I couldn’t zip up my dress the last few inches. I was doing that weird thing with my muppet arms trying to zip the zipper over my shoulder, wait no, under, wait I’m still sweating WHO CARES THIS IS DISGUSTING I HAVE TO GO. I figured I would get an improv friend to zip it for me when I got to the theater. So I left BUT THEN, as I was walking across the street, this random woman taps me on the shoulder and says, Excuse me, do you want some help with your zipper? It’s not zipped all the way!
I said sure okay! And I stood patiently like a little kid and waited for this woman to zip up my dress.
And that was it but, geez. It is so rare in this city to connect with a stranger like that. Usually we all ignore each other. Or we get uncomfortably close to each other because we’re not exactly all there mentally, if you know what I mean. This woman was totally normal and my gut knew that and she zipped up my dress so sweetly and is that not the nicest thing?
Okay. Well. IT MEANT A LOT TO ME.
So, yeah. There’s been a few other instances of things like that happening to me, mostly strangers just being awesome. I just think it’s wonderful and it’s been a peaceful experience for me.
PS If you’re wondering why my dad hasn’t made an appearance on my blog in awhile, it’s because he’s currently attending a balloon twisting conference in the DC area.