Today I returned to work.
People were nice to me. I appreciate this, because, well, it’s nice.
No, but really.
There is something about just plain ol’ kindness that goes a long way when one feels fragile. And work can be a particularly tricky place, because I want to feel pulled together and competent, even now. Even when I am so very far from pulled together.
And these certainly helped me deal with being a fragile person in a work environment.
I could open a little shop!
On my drive home, I called Curtis to say the day went pretty well. “And I got lots of flowers, and some cards too,” I said.
“Oh, we’re going to have a lot of flowers then, because you have more here.”
“Who from?”
“Dunno. One of your work people.”
Fast forward. I arrived at home, brought in my three bundles of blooms and saw a fourth on the coffee table. Curtis picked up the card from the delivered bouquet. “Who are those from?” I asked.
“They’re from so-and-so.”
Only he didn’t say so-and-so. He said the name of our university president.
Lots of kindness from work. So grateful.
Welcome back. 🙂