While there are only seven days in each week, as a blog writer, Tuesday seems to show up more often. This story is number 275. Other than a one year hiatus, this is the 63rd month of publishing a new story every Tuesday. The total word count of my two published books is 90,000. The cumulative word count for the blogs is twice that amount. I try to take a moment or event from the previous week and share it with a spiritual twist.
When I take my camera on a walk, I never set out to find a specific shot. Instead, I walk with my eyes wide open and let the scene find me. Without the camera in my pocket, I am not as prone to finding that extra ounce of beauty in every step. Writing these blogs serves me in the same manner. I walk through each week with an open mind and heart that unconsciously searches for a meaningful moment that needs to be shared. It sharpens my focus on goodness. I send the stories out to the universe, but really have no idea how they are received or the impact they have on others.
Last week, I ran info friend from the local gym. She approached me with open arms and a huge smile. She said, “Your weekly stories have given me the courage to follow my intuition. I just told my employer that I am taking an open-ended leave of absence. I have no plans, but my heart is telling me to override my mind and take this leap.” Without spilling too many beans, her job requires medical school and many years of residency.
Here is an anonymous quote that makes me smile:
You might think you don’t matter in this world, but because of you someone has a favourite mug to drink their tea out of each morning that you bought them. Someone hears a song on the radio and it reminds them of you. Someone has read a book you recommended to them and gotten lost in it’s pages. Someone’s remembered a joke you told them and smiled to themselves on the bus. Someone’s tried on a top and felt beautiful because you complimented them on it. Someone has a memory that makes them grin that involves you. Someone now likes themselves that little bit more because you made a passing comment that made them feel good. Never think you don’t have an impact, your fingerprints can’t be wiped away from the little marks of kindness that you’ve left behind
I am lucky and honored that you allow me into your hearts and minds each week.