Showing posts with label stranger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stranger. Show all posts

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Good Company

One of the things I like to do is to look back in time to see what I was doing and feeling on any given day. I've done it several times on this blog - looked back to an old post to mentally mark progression or just receive a message from myself.

Well, tonight I looked back even farther (not on this blog, obviously) just to see what I could see. Two years ago this week, I left an anonymous letter for a stranger at a Dunkin Donuts in Allentown. That was back when I left an anonymous letter for a stranger to find every single Monday in 2013.

"No road is long with good company," the little Turkish proverb in the card I left professed. Inside the card, I wrote:

Dear You,

Even if today is a good day for you, I want you to know that hope is there waiting to help you cope when a bad day begins. If today is less than perfect, then I'm glad this card found you. You don't have to have an army at your side to be supported and loved. It's about quality not quantity. One true friend can make all the difference. "Good company" can mean a select few or even just this letter. You matter. You are not alone. Keep that in mind and any long road won't seem so long. Much love,
Me

It seemed fitting I would find this today, archived on the web as so many of my doings over the past few years are...because prior to my internet trip down memory lane, I had been finalizing my Matron of Honor speech for my best friend's wedding (which is next weekend). After crying each time I read through it out loud to myself today (practicing to NOT cry), it occurred to me that in addition to a toast of well wishes, my speech is actually a (loving) letter to my best friend.

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Only Human

Today I opened the last envelope from the anonymous widower.


Music has helped me immensely as well. I have clung to it for months, letting it fill me up. Many of my earlier blog posts talk about music. In fact, what's so strange is that one of the songs - 3 Things by Jason Mraz - listed in the card above is the very song I called my theme song back in July when I was only 2 months into grief. I wrote about it here and made a video slideshow (link is to the old post) of me through photos from my first 2 months of grief. That song was very special to me.

I just watched that old video again, remembering the girl who wore black... then kept her nails painted black... who went for countless runs outside to clear her head... who cried herself to sleep every night... who went to work every day and did her job without fail and with a smile... who pushed on tirelessly. I watched that video just now and remembered that girl so much my heart ached and even though my attitude was good back then, I'm so glad I've progressed further. I'm so glad I've made it this far without once losing my sense of self.

Tomorrow it is 9 months exactly since Rick took his own life. The 18th of every month is always a bit of a "thing" until I hit the 1 year mark. I am kind of counting months as I go, involuntarily marking how far out I am in this whole fabulous first year of grief. Oh how it feels like 9 years sometimes instead of 9 months...

I want to thank the anonymous stranger who sent me such an unexpected Valentine package. It was many things, but most of all, it was kind. Kindness is big in my book. I don't know what to say in response to such a kind gesture, so I will simply say "thank you" and figuratively nod my head in respect that it takes one to know one (widow/widower, that is).

And tonight, I need to say something else that's been on my mind. Grief alters us. And it's supposed to. All life experiences change us. Circumstances mold us. But grief aside, profound nightly blogging aside, positive attitude aside, I'm only human, everyone. I'm not extra-special and I'm definitely not perfect. I'm human. I feel crazy emotions. And I let myself feel them. I give in to things that make me feel good, because I want to feel good. I do stupid things. I make mistakes. I get carried away. I get caught up in life and the things it has to offer me. I have clouded judgment sometimes. I take risks. I get lonely. I want things. I say yes. I push back. I ask questions. I dare to wonder. I mess up. I act on instinct. I look for escape. I figure things out as I go. I get in trouble. I fall. I get back up. I fall again. I get back up.

I am no different than the rest of the world. I'm no better. I'm not above screwing up. I'm not above being selfish. I'm only human.

And I'd rather be a human with a sense of joy, fun, wonder, and boldness than a robot with a life that goes according to script. 

Monday, February 16, 2015

Gifts

My next card from the anonymous widower today had a portrait of me with Juice and Tumbler!



The stranger wrote: "I'm sure there will be someone you can share your gift with in due time."

It reminded me of something. In Rick's suicide note to me, he wrote: "I know you will find happiness again with someone else." It's strange to have those parting words from your dead husband, but sort of comforting too.

And yeah, I want to share my gift of writing...and all my other gifts too. But until I have a worthy recipient, I'm going to write for all of you. 

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Questions

This morning, I opened the next envelope in my package from the anonymous widower.


It definitely brought a smile to my face, because Arielle + coffee = happiness. In fact, in a nutshell:


My mom said to me today, "Don't you want to know what's in all the envelopes? Why don't you just open all of them?" But I told her I was being respectful and following the rules. Besides, it gives me something to look forward to each day.

Speaking of being respectful, I have been thinking today about the fact that we teach people how to treat us. What we allow is what will continue. I have felt this way for a long time, but recently I fear I may have gotten caught up in other emotions and forgotten it. I can wish for as many things as I want, but if I allow some things to continue as they are, perhaps I am setting a poor standard without realizing it. Perhaps I am undermining my own self-worth.

6 months ago, back in August, I wrote:

I didn't see myself here. Not living this life. Not feeling this unsettling shift of all that I know. I didn't imagine I could feel this kind of sadness. I didn't foresee such a strange and uprooting transition in my future. I didn't ask for it. I didn't plan for it. I didn't want it. 

But now I wake in the morning, open my eyes, and say, "This is not the life I chose, but here is what I choose to do with it. Today I want to make 5 people smile. Today I want to laugh. If others don't make me laugh, I will do my best to make myself laugh. Today I want to do good. I want to make someone feel special. I want to look people in the eyes so they know my intentions are ever-genuine and my gratitude is always real. Today I want to create the life I desire."

I still feel that way... I still start my day with those intentions or similar ones. But lately I ask myself, "Am I really creating the life I desire? Or am I just settling for small slices of fun and peace instead of the bigger picture?"

Questions are neither good nor bad... they're just questions. I need a good night's sleep... the kind you have when you're tired and content, warm and loved. But instead, I make my way upstairs at night alone, and I lie in my cold bed and stare at the ceiling...dreaming of the life I desire.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Magnetic Field

This is one of those days when I feel like my head is spinning - with things I can share and things I can't.

I started my day by opening up the next adorable installment from the package I received yesterday. Again, I hope the anonymous widower won't mind that I am sharing. It's simply too good not to share. This is what was in the Valentine's Day envelope:


The backs of the little Valentines said this:


The gift that was with the card was a big bag of peppermint patties... which was both shocking and awesome, because THEY ARE MY FAVORITE CANDY. In fact, Rick used to buy them for me all the time. I don't remember ever mentioning this anywhere on the blog, so I find it most intriguing.

The stranger was right, too - I did read old letters from Rick early this morning. Instead of handwritten notes, this time I opted to go back through old emails from him:





By 8:00 am, I was already feeling very loved. But my day obviously continued from there... and instead of getting worse or remaining at the same level of nice...it actually got even better...

I felt quite spoiled with affection.

I'm admittedly somewhat shocked by how good the day turned out to be... nice things just seem to be careening into my life. I must be caught in a magnetic field...

I finished my evening with an impromptu and adventurous dinner date with my coworker friend Laura, including beer, laughter, snow, and front door service. As Rick once said to me in his email, he cares about my happiness in this life... so I'm guessing that today at least he'd be pretty pleased. And so ends my first Valentine's Day as a widow... And I think I can sum it up perfectly in 5 words: "Well, that was f*cking great." ;-)

Friday, February 13, 2015

Wow

The only word that comes to mind right now is: wow. I came home tonight to a package, delivered locally.  There was a cat drawing on the outside of the box that made me smile and upon opening it, I discovered it was from an anonymous stranger who identified himself as a young widower who wants no recognition or thanks, and gave me 4 cards/gift to open over the next 4 days, with a specific one for Valentine's Day! 

I don't know any widowers, so I don't know this person. Once again, my blog has brought kindness my way.

I stood in my house dumbfounded as I read the following card.


I know that he does not want recognition, praise, or a blog post on his behalf, but I simply can't not say THANK YOU for the lovely surprise and thought. Since he is anonymous, I do hope it's okay I've shared his letter. Even I don't know who he is, so I figure it's not a breech of confidentiality. And I hope he can understand that the meaningful words just can't go unrecognized here, as this is definitely blog-worthy!

What a true random act of kindness!

And furthermore, the remaining cards/item have cats drawn on them. CATS. 

Thursday, August 14, 2014

A Recipe for Positivity

Is it possible that I can leave a trail?

I'd like to think so. I'd really like to believe that amid grief, I can leave something behind. I think we all can. Sometimes, I feel like the world doesn't give me what I need. Things are not offered that I wish were offered. And when that happens, I sigh really loudly and become upset/dejected/irritated for a moment...then, I make the first move. When I want to feel better myself, I send things out into the universe. Today, while at Barnes & Noble after work, I left one of my anonymous letters for a stranger.




I attached the stickers too. I don't know why I'm compelled to do these things... I just am. I don't question it - I just go with it.

As I was leaving the store, I remembered an article I wrote in February for Libero Network, a nonprofit organization and online magazine offering recovery support, fostering self-acceptance, and advocating mental health.

It was called "A Recipe for Positivity" and even on the hard days, I try really hard to remember that it's a recipe I still need to make. Below, is my article. It seems fitting today. 

Being positive is an art. It does not always come easily and it often has to be learned. True artists of positivity master the challenges that come along with it and make life look refreshing, upbeat, and even magical. These artists of positivity are the people with whom we want to surround ourselves, those who have a light that draws us in, those who inspire us for a number of reasons. We see them and we love them, are curious about the ways in which they live their lives, and sometimes strive to be like them.

But positivity is anyone’s game. It is not reserved for a select few and the canvas for the art of positivity is the whole world. Just start inside and work your way out…and you’ll find it isn’t really a game at all.

Positivity is a recipe:

A pinch of kindness
A sprinkle of self-love
A dollop of fun
A drop of acceptance
One heaping spoonful of gratitude

When you make the recipe of Positivity, it’s only 1 serving – food for you and you alone. But if you stick to the meal plan, you actually end up feeding everyone else too.

Let’s break it down.

“A pinch of kindness” is the first ingredient, because without it, we are apt to be judgmental or lacking empathy. Though kindness may seem unrelated to positivity, it’s actually the key component. Like an egg, it holds the batter together. It is impossible to have a truly positive outlook without that pinch of kindness. Your server at a restaurant might seem rude, too slow, or incompetent, and that pinch of kindness is what keeps a positive person positive. Without that pinch of kindness, you might be apt to jump to conclusions or let your own anger or impatience turn your experience into a negative one. You might become grouchy about the money you’re paying for the meal or become annoyed with the service and let it ruin your mood. You might wonder aloud to your companion if the server cares about her job or knows what she’s doing. You might say a mean remark or use a word like “stupid.” You might huff and puff in exasperation. Haven’t we all done these things?

Throw in that pinch of a kindness and instantly you have empathy and any judgment is stripped away. Kindness might cause you to consider whether or not the server has eaten yet herself. You might wonder if she is having a bad day. Maybe her husband told her he wants a divorce. Perhaps her child cried hysterically when she left him at a day care center that morning. Maybe her mom is sick or her cat died the day before. She may still be rude or slow or bad at her job, but the pinch of kindness changes YOU, not her. When there is no room for judgment or mean thoughts, there is no room for negativity. Positivity remains. And if you’re lucky, your positive attitude in the face of negative circumstances might just change that server after all.

“A sprinkle of self-love” is the next ingredient, because it’s unlikely that pure, unconditional love can be sent out into the world (by you) if you don’t feel that you are deserving of pure, unconditional love too. Self-love makes the recipe stronger, because no matter what undermines your confidence or who treats you with malice, you can remain positive. See, if self-love does not exist in the recipe for Positivity, outside circumstances will always get the best of you and negativity will surface.

“A dollop of fun” is the third ingredient, because if you’re not enjoying yourself, positivity can’t take hold. Positivity artists know this; almost everything is fun to them. They enjoy waking up in the morning, they derive pleasure from simple things, and they get a genuine thrill from being a source of positivity for others. The fun they have is not superficial, but meaningful. To them, life is not a game to be played, but a gift to be savored.

That dollop of fun is what puts a smile on the face of a person who appears to have nothing about which to smile. Life is not something to be tolerated; it is to be enjoyed. Bad things may happen that are out of our control, but the fun will always be there, waiting to take away the sting. Sometimes we just have to look for it. Joy is INSIDE, not outside. Negative circumstances can cause us to do one of three things: to shut down, to be swept into the negativity, or to seek shelter within. Only those well versed in positivity will choose to go within, so positivity is an art that can save lives – yours first and perhaps others’ later. Tomorrow may bring pain, but it cannot steal your joy. Artists of positivity are having fun all the time, because they know they are receiving messages from the Universe and gifts from life, even when it doesn’t seem so to others.

“A drop of acceptance” is the next ingredient and it cannot be substituted. Interestingly enough, it goes along with the “dollop of fun,” creating a mixture that is unmatched. Living life with joy and fun is great in theory, but it’s easier said than done unless acceptance also plays a role. In order to live with zest, joy, and a real smile, you must accept that you cannot control the storms that may come your way. In fact, you cannot prevent them either. At times, it is impossible to even prepare for them in advance. Accepting the bad as it exists means that your heart doesn’t have to hold on to negative feelings and can instead move forward. Acceptance is what helps push you through the bad towards joy. Acceptance can be tricky. It’s a word often lumped together with patience, another very difficult concept to master.

Acceptance means we don’t have to stay in place. We may not be able to control the storm, but we don’t have to stay beneath it. We cannot choose what happens to us, but we CAN choose how we react to it. That’s part of positivity. Choosing to be positive in the face of hardship, heartbreak, and horror can be quite a feat – but make no mistake, it can be done. And you will FLOURISH if you are able to make that choice.

“One heaping spoonful of gratitude” is the last and most abundant ingredient. You can never have too much, so there’s no need to measure. Just pour. Gratitude changes everything. It turns disaster into opportunity, loss into gain, and dreams into reality. Cultivating gratitude has become a personal quest for me over time and I have seen firsthand the very tangible ways in which it has changed and continues to change my life.

Gratitude makes all the difference in a positive outlook and solidifies the art of positivity on an ongoing basis. Artists of positivity will have unfortunate events happen to them like everyone else, but the attitude of gratitude is what keeps their heads above negativity. Rooted in positive thinking, conditioned by true gratitude, an artist of positivity whose car has broken down on the side of the road will change her way of thinking immediately in a way such as this: “I can’t believe my car broke down…but at least I have a car.”

Another way to remember gratitude is to try not to take anything for granted. Did you get a close parking space at a busy store? Be thankful as you park. Did you have the day off from work on a very snowy day? Be thankful you did not have to drive in bad weather. Did you wake up without feeling ill? Be thankful for your healthy body. Did you wake up? Be thankful for being alive. These are just a few examples of the many things we often take for granted in every day life. We are quick to be upset or annoyed when we come down with a cold, but we weren’t thankful when we were well and full of energy.

The recipe of Positivity is relatively simple and never needs tweaking. It does not go out of style or lose its appeal. It’s a recipe for one person – you – that eventually feeds everyone you meet. You become a light and your light shines on others. Positivity is an art and your life can become a masterpiece.