“You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know
how soon it will be too late.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
When I woke up this morning I knew exactly what today’s act would entail. My best friend (aka my ride-or-die bitch/platonic life partner/therapist) has been talking me off ledges for the better part of 15 years now. She understands my unique flavour of crazy; and more importantly, puts up with it. She’s always there to read my barrage of iMessages and provide me with her sage wisdom (or tough love, as required). I always leave the conversation feeling armed and ready to put my big-girl pants back on.
I’m a big proponent of handwritten anything. It is always worth the extra effort. I have kept letters and cards in a memory box for the better part of two decades now, and love flipping through them from time to time. I even recently reconnected with an old friend because of a very entertaining letter he had written me back in university!
I moseyed on over to my favourite overpriced (but super swank) card store and spent a good 30 minutes surveying my options. Clearly, I take card purchasing very seriously. After finally making my choice – much to the relief of the hovering sales girl – I scribbled a heartfelt note and slipped it into my bag to give to her tonight. (Note: I would typically opt for snail mail, but Canada Post is on the verge of an ill-timed strike.)
I’m only on Day 4 of this project, but already, I feel like a little bit less of an asshole (and happier for it). Instead of shrivelling away in my cube of doom lamenting about my blasé corporate reality, this is providing me with something to look forward to each day.
Total Kindness Cost: $7 (I told you it was overpriced…)
What’s the best thank you that you’ve ever received?