Practically imperfect in every way. Start with a lot of silliness. Mix in some insecurities and a handful of awkwardness. Add a pound of naivety, innocence, and child-like wonderings. Blend well. Half-bake and top off with a sprinkle of imagination and dollop of dreams. It’s the recipe for me!
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I recently learned that a a person from my old volunteer job finally admitted to trying to make my time there unpleasant. I always sort of felt that she had it out for me, but I was often told by mutual friends that she was just misunderstood. I never got along well with this woman, but once I left the job, I pretty much forgot about her. That is, until recently when I learned that she’s still trying to discredit me.
Our clients knew she was tough, and she was feared by them. When the clients had problems, she was the last person they wanted involved because of both her reputation for being tough, and the fact that she held a lot of authority within our organization. Our ideas always differed on how things should be run. I was never in any position to implement my ideas, but I never let an opportunity go by to voice my opinion.
But like I said, I left my job, and never gave much thought about her, though I still had an interest in how well the organization was surviving. This recent news justified my suspicions about the trouble she used to make for me though, and I went on a rampage trying to get our mutual friends to sympathize with me. Yeah, well that backfired. I pretty much only made myself look like a bickering, petty, disgruntled ex-employee. And I felt pretty bad about getting involved in this little war again when I have no connections to the organization anymore.
I was given an opportunity to bring myself back into balance yesterday after class. My last class ended at 8:15 p.m. Thunder clouds had been hanging overhead all day, so it was very dark and threatening to rain by the time I got outside. On my drive home, I passed by a hospital a few miles away from my campus. When I turned the corner in front of the hospital, I saw a woman walking with a very young child. After a slight hesitation for my safety (since I was still a little freaked out from walking across a dark, deserted campus alone), I offered them a ride home. The little boy was two years old and was running a fever when the woman found a ride to the hospital earlier that day. She didn’t have a ride home, so she decided to walk. Walk. In the dark. As it threated to rain. With a sick child. FOR FIVE MILES.
Thinking about it today, I’ve forgiven myself for my cattiness because I did this good thing. I hope I’ve restored my karmic balance, or whatever.
It’s the spark of an idea that hits me unexpectedly. It’s the silly wonderings I have after a whirlwind of thoughts. It’s about creativity, inspiration, and imagination. But sometimes, it’s just about eating noodles.
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