#62 Leave an anonymous gift for someone you like.

See what I did there?

As a continuation of yesterday’s post, after bequeathing a donut upon an undeserving recipient, I decided to dedicate today’s act to a colleague I actually like.

This colleague is also coincidentally a blogger, hoping to retire on the imminent success of a mini-van majority romance novel she has been crafting. She may actually be more disgruntled with her job at the financial salt mine more than I am, and know that she’s been overwhelmed by the idea that she has “sold out” and become just another cog in the corporate wheel.

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#61 Leave an anonymous gift for someone you dislike.

I hate whiners.

In fact, I dislike complaining so much that my favourite colleague (and cube mate) Mr. B and I have an official complaint jar, where we must contribute $1 for any time we feel inclined to grumble about something.

(We plan to take the accumulated money and purchase an elite fleet of ice-cream trucks, which will be so wildly successful that they will fund our retirement from the financial salt mine so we can spend the rest of our days drinking piña coladas out of solid-gold coconuts on our private Balinese beach. Dream big or go home, kids.)

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#60 Say hi to everyone in the elevator.

I live on the 30th floor; which results in a lot of time spent struggling to get cellphone reception for just one more round of Candy Crush to kill time in the achingly slow building elevators. More often than not, one of the elevators is down, resulting in the remaining two elevators resembling a can of packed disgruntled sardines during the morning rush.

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#59 Forgive someone.

Get angry; cry (a lot); get drunk on top-shelf tequila; call a friend at 3 a.m.; fall apart; promise you won’t cry anymore; cry again anyways; throw multiple temper tantrums; get numb; meditate; realize that we are all doing our best; meditate some more; remind yourself of why you love them; acknowledge that you’ve made mistakes; watch Miss You Already (twice); cry one last time; put your big-girl pants on; let it go; choose love.

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#58 Donate to a cause you believe in.

I am obsessed with bulldogs (and micro pigs in rain boots).

I have an Instagram account for the sole purpose of sending and receiving photos of bulldogs – the fatter and wrinklier the better!

On this deliciously lazy long-weekend Sunday morning, while sifting through the onslaught of #justmarried photos invading my Instagram feed, I stumbled across the Road Dogs and Rescue Instagram. This is a one-woman rescue based out of Los Angeles, dedicated to helping the “lovable lemons” of the canine world.

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#57 Befriend a stranger.

I’m on Day 6 of my sugar/alcohol detox – and other than a brief moment of shortbread cookie weakness – I’ve been going strong.

The problem with this lifestyle change is that it severely stunts your social life. During this last month of warm weather, my friends are understandably preoccupied with patio hopping and boozy nights out. Alas, I have been finding other ways to keep myself preoccupied.

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#56 Leave a $20 bill on the sidewalk.

I’ll admit, half of me did this as an act of kindness; the other half as a social experiment.

As mentioned before, I work in the concrete jungle a.k.a. financial district of downtown Toronto. Because Union Station is located right in the heart of it, it is an eclectic mix of obnoxious suits, swarming tourists, frustrated construction workers and the occasional local trying to pass through unscathed.

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#55 Leave cookies for your neighbours.

I’ve started a 30-day no sugar/alcohol challenge (because apparently I’m a masochist), so I am craving allllllllll the foodz right now.

So I wanted nothing more than to give someone the gift of refined sugar and empty calories my deprived pleasure receptors are craving so badly. I don’t know most of my neighbours, just friendly “hellos and goodbyes” and casual banter, but there’s a new couple that moved in just two doors down. (Disclaimer: I am 99.9% sure they’re a couple because they are way too good looking and well dressed to be straight. Seriously, they look like they just stepped out of my Pinterest board.)

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#54 Pay for someone’s groceries.

It was a wonderfully relaxing weekend and I couldn’t be happier that I visited my family. I spent the days hiking with my mom through Rattlesnake Point (even saw a deer!) and riding my bike through my old familiar stomping grounds. In the evenings, we dragged the TV out into the backyard, wrapped ourselves in blankets and watched old black and white Polish movies (which are hilarious by the way) under the stars.

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#53 Be someone’s chauffeur for the day.

Greetings from the burbs!

Today’s post will be compressed, as I am currently typing in real-time on my iPhone, from the parking lot of the local Walmart.

Why Walmart, you ask? Well, today’s act of kindness is devoted to my 80-year old slightly senile and mouthy grandmother, whose biggest joy in life is perusing the aisles of everyone’s favourite oversized retail superstore and making snarky comments about the other shoppers’ lacklustre Sunday outfits.

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