by Lori Deschene
One of my favorite parts of blogging in this niche is the opportunity to connect with people who believe in possibilities and happiness, and put their hearts into sharing things they’ve learned.
Men and women who aren’t afraid to live out loud, and understand failing is an opportunity to grow. People who don’t mind being vulnerable if it helps someone else become stronger or more self-aware.
Those people hold me up when I have trouble practicing what I preach.
I imagine you already know some of them; they all create the kind of work that makes a difference in people’s lives. I’m honored to share their thoughts here, and possibly introduce you to some bloggers you don’t yet know.
Belinda Munoz of The Halfway Point has quickly become one of my favorites. I was instantly impressed by her willingness to initiate philosophical conversations while providing practical tips. Also, I have to admit, she’s one of the best writers I’ve found in the blogosphere—clear, concise, and specific. In a recent post she suggested 50 ideas to do something nice and unexpected for a stranger. The list includes:
- Put a quarter in a meter, any meter, that’s about to expire.
- Leave a copy of a really great book you’ve read in a cafe for someone else to enjoy.
- Be nice to the customer service people who are trying to help you with your technological difficulties.
- Tip your restaurant server generously.
- Thank the cooks, waitstaff and bussers personally.
- Say something nice or funny or goofy to the toll booth attendant (like, “Don’t drive too fast, now” or “Glad to have encountered you today”, or something less hokey.)
- Forgive a driver directing road rage at you.
- Buy or pack a meal for a homeless person (or give him/her your to-go box from a restaurant)
- Give a warm coat to a homeless person.
- Offer to do pro bono work on a project where your skills are needed.
I became that girl. After spending 8 years mostly single, I melted into a man I love.
As I danced with my boyfriend’s father, a piece of padding leaped from my bra to his feet. Like it wasn’t bad enough I was wearing a retainer, failing in my attempt to avoid words with the letter S. 30’s young, but it’s by no means the new 12.
