Ten Thoughts From The Last Four Days

During an evaluation meeting, my supervisor's six-year-old served us tea with a make-believe tea set and it was the best thing that has happened all week. Her demanding she clean up and do the dishes makes me have hope for the future.

When two people share the same job and one thinks it's the other's responsibility to do many aspects of the job, but not theirs, one has to ask the question; Why does this person feel entitled?

I've spent more than two days pay in tips over the past ten days. No matter how little I have, I will never shortchange those who work to serve me. If I can't afford a 25% or more tip, I won't go out.

In a world where we must be careful how we do things and how we explain them, there's nothing quite like a child's touch, to assure you that you're doing things right. Whether it be holding your hand, resting their head on your shoulder, or them climbing on your shoulders, just assuming this is what needs to be done, it validates the things you've given up to be happy.

Doing without being asked is the most simple way to be effective. It's also one of the least common traits in American society.

Nothing makes me regret my words more than telling a mother "I'm tired."

I don't know what it says about me, but yesterday, while speaking to someone I'm not very fond of, I found myself faking sincerity about one topic while expressing genuine concern over their health. I do not know what it says about me, but despite my frustration and anger with people, I never like to see people suffer, no matter how much I feel as if I'm suffering in their presence. 

This will sound self-righteous, but I spent a decent amount of time recently thinking about how if I ever became decently wealthy, my life would only change in where I chose to live, but the lives of those I care about would change substantially.

The greatest thing about working with elementary school children is seeing them transform from basically large toddlers to pre-teens. The saddest part is that most often, 5th grade is the last I will ever see of them. 

It's dawned on me recently, that most of us lie to ourselves more than we do to others. Some days it's as small as telling ourselves we're OK or we're happy. This is completely normal, as long as the lies we're telling ourselves aren't to impress others. I'm fine!