compliments

As a human, I think it’s just nice to get compliments. I’m talking about sincere, honest compliments. The kind from strangers or co-workers because they mean it, not from your mom because she’s obligated to say something nice about you. I guess I never thought about the value of a random comment on a person’s day until today.

I walked into work at 7 a.m. after little sleep and with no motivation for the coming work day. Not ten minutes after I sat down, one of the girls came over and said “you’re looking good. Have you lost weight?” I was almost stunned. You see, I’ve been working out more lately than I ever have. I’ve been much better about what I eat. And I can’t get this damn weight off of my body. I’ve lost 5 pounds here and there, but not the numbers that I feel like I deserve. Needless to say, my opinion of my weight loss thus far isn’t really  a positive one and I don’t feel any smaller.

But she noticed.

And somehow, that made my entire day better. It made skipping a cinnamon roll at the café for breakfast even easier. It’s motivation to keep working hard, because even if I don’t see it, someone else does.

And that, my friends, is why a compliment is so powerful.

The next time you notice something nice about a person or their actions, say something. Because you just never know the impact it might have.

getting back to blogging

i discovered a few blogs that i had throughout college recently and it's been so much fun to read them. i used to write all the time and i never knew how much it would mean to me to be able to take myself back to a moment in time just because i spent a few minutes and wrote about it.


it's been really neat because i've been able to read all of those posts to tyler. he knows my stories about being in the hospital because of my back. he knows the stories of losing my dad. but somehow, i captured little details during my posts of that time that have allowed me to teach him more about my past and what i've been through. it reminded me, too, that i've come a long way in three years, but that i'd never want to forget the details of those events.


my life isn't that exciting. i always wonder what makes people want to blog and i wonder if it's because they think their life is so exciting that the entire world needs to read about it. that's not why i'm writing mine down. i'm writing it for me. so that in 3 years, i can log on and look back and remember in better detail what i've been through. i encourage you to write your stories down too.