This morning we were up at 5:30 with a crabby, crying, still tired child who would not go back to sleep. Then I tried to get ready fast, and of course doing my hair like I do all.the.time. took forever. Like, I might as well have skipped my attempt at being fast and just done my normal thing and I would have been ready sooner.
Riley and I headed to church, and I decided it was worth him being a bit late to daycare for me to grab Starbucks.
I was trying to use my drive for it’s designated purpose, so I’m listening to some worship music, sitting in the drive-thru, looking forward to my chai latte.
And the leftovers of the morning grated my heart.
I looked in my sideview mirror at the guy behind me.
And I decided to get his coffee.
I read somewhere that when you are feeling the need for love and compassion and kindness, instead of waiting for someone to come to you and give you those things, go to someone and show them love and compassion and kindness. It will meet that need. I’ve tried it all of two times. But it works.
We caught each other’s eye as he turned right and I turned left. He raised his Frappucinio and smiled big. I drove away with the whole morning all-shook-off.