There are lots of things about myself I would change. If you don’t think I know it, then you are wrong. I bet you know all of your “faults” too. The thing is, how often do we replay the bad parts of our lives in our heads? I wish I had known…I should have…Maybe I could have done something differently. But you didn’t. I didn’t. We did not. We simply did something that we might regret, but it’s over. To move forward from that place, be different.
I say all of this because I was getting together another huge bag of clothes to donate, and this time, I picked out all the nicest things to go to my niece. Partly because I just like to see her wearing my daughter’s clothes so I can remember. But she doesn’t really need them…it was more for me. So I felt a bit guilty. I chastised myself for not going to a certain place and asking if I could donate there and what did they need. So I am going to go there. I am going to ask. Just because I didn’t start yesterday, doesn’t mean I can’t start today.
The next thing is my desire to help everyone holding up a sign. Sure, I don’t know if they are homeless. I know this. You know this. Even they know this. Yes, I have read the reports of how much these folks supposedly make per year holding up their cardboard signs. But driving away feels somehow wrong. So I have gone to get gift cards to a coffee shop before. It’s not the same, but it’s something. I didn’t have one with me the other day and I told myself the young guy looked fine. Healthy. Clean. But then I felt that tug that said maybe not.
I get messages from people asking me to help them try and figure out what supplements they need and I feel bad if I can’t immediately offer something. So yes, I make a tiny amount right now off my business, but I would like to be in a place where I had a surplus of money to donate. I would love to be able to have money to buy gift cards and send to my friends with invisible diseases in tight times. Because I think the tug I feel, is not only my hope for humanity, but it’s what if that was someone I knew? What if they lost their job because of illness?
So someone posted something the other day and I took it to heart. We all do that. That post was about me you think. And what if it was. They should be able to private message you, but they have their own faults. It was about making money from blogs. I don’t actually make a penny. Not one red cent. Not on my Facebook page, not here. Nada. I have never asked for money. I have pondered the idea of a donate button…but it felt somehow wrong. What if I don’t get the money where it needs to go? What if I get sidetracked and used it for myself? So I just resisted temptation, ha, and never put the donate button on here.
So I leave you with this thought:
Be beautiful.
