I am having a bit of a sad/stressed/upset week. I’m not going to go into it (I promised myself this blog would no longer be home to my whinging and depressing monologues on love/marriage/pain/illness blah blah blah) – suffice to say I have been feeling quite low, a little panicky and just a tad unsure of my place and value in the world. It may be hormonal (I’m always hormonal!!!) or the time of year that causes reflection and navel-gazing. Anyway, I am trying to cheer myself up and look to brighter days and words of kindness.
Just before Christmas, one of our departments at work had a Christmas party that I was also invited to (as the librarian, I tend to deal with all the departments and be involved with them on a daily basis – it has perks ha ha!). One of the activities for the afternoon was to write “compliments cards”. Everyone had a paper bag pinned to their backs and were given a stack on index cards. We all had to write about people in the department and say nice things about them – what we liked about them, how they contributed to the organisation and just what made them special etc. It was such a nice idea. I wanted to write something about everyone so I ended up with a rather large stack of cards – well, I didn’t want anyone to be left out…how horrible would that be!? It would be like going back to school and getting picked last for sport teams…so sad!
When you’d written a card, you popped into the paper bag on the corresponding person’s back and, later, they got to open the bag and read the cards. I got a nice little stack written for me – such an ego booster! It’s lovely to be appreciated and validated. I think it was a nice way to spend an afternoon and I hope everyone else got a kick out of it too and felt good about themselves.
I’m a bit sappy so I love this kind of thing (I keep nice emails, little notes from people, thank you cards, birthday messages etc…hoarding strikes again!). We don’t often get to tell people how much they are valued and that they make us smile or help us get through tough times. I’m going to keep my little cards somewhere I can see them, and remind myself that, even on my worse days, I am doing ok and that people appreciate my work and like me for just being me. Sometimes it is hard to remember that, especially when someone makes you feel less than wonderful.
I think words are so powerful and a kind word can make a person’s day, just as a harsh one can stay with them forever.
Choose your words wisely and always be kind if you can.