Are there just 15 days left of my 20s? It seems so tragic yet hopeful.
I am thankful for the guy on the train
About once a week I slip into a very deep, troubled pattern of thinking. Once I am there it’s hard to pull me out. It can be fairly awful and I was headed that way this evening while on the train home. It was very crowded and I had to fight for space to even stand. The most painful thoughts were passing through when a man tapped me on the shoulder. “Excuse me ma’am. Would you like to sit?” That one act of generosity was enough to remind me that people care about me, people I may not know, and suddenly I was out of the hole.
I am thankful for the train
I used to drive 50 miles north to work and then 50 miles south. Through rain and sleet, on ice and after long days. I vowed then to never own a car again. I may be on the train for a large chuck of time but I get to read and zone out. It will always be better than driving.
I am thankful for work neighbors who have this cool view and then invite the whole building to look at it with free drinks and snacks.