Thank you for reading my posts. I understand that I am terribly inconsistent. I know my posts and subjects are all over the place. I just thought I’d tell you that I appreciate the views, the likes, and comments. I have always love writing. I used to write short stories when I was young. I even remember winning a bronze award for a book I wrote in elementary school. *I wonder if they still have it* I’m not sure where the creativity and drive went. Maybe the trials and tribulations of my life consume me and I lost all motivation. Whenever I write (type) whatever you want to call it, I feel ecstatic. There is nothing more soothing and beautiful to me than writing. For a while I kept journals. Then with the rise of technology and social media I upgraded to Tumblr, WordPress, even MySpace. There is nothing I love more than a good pen and paper. Though I enjoy the creativity for web and design I get with social, the artwork of handwritten thoughts is therapeutic.
From the very bottom of my heart, thank you for taking the time to read my posts. Whether you can relate or not, I appreciate it.
Being a giver makes me happy. I love to do for others. Over the weekend i had a surprise birthday party for someone in my life. A relative of mine commented early last week, “Wow he’s getting three birthday dinners and he didn’t even plan anything for your birthday?” I just played it off. I mean, some people just are not great at planning things, I understand.
Just a short few hours later after hearing that comment, I started to feel resentful. As I was putting together his birthday dinner with his family’s side, I found myself getting very annoyed. I thought to myself, “well I really don’t understand why I am going all out for this. Planning three separate birthday celebrations when I couldn’t even get him to plan one for my 25th earlier this year.”
Sunday dinner came and went and the following day was his birthday. I planned a small dinner at a restaurant with him and his friends too. Even at the dinner I found myself highly annoyed by every little thing. At the end of the night, after a full tummy, I found myself happier.
The next few days would be busy busy busy. I had to make sure the decorations were done, my shopping complete, and every thing prepped for the party. As I was getting everything ready I was getting excited. I was happy to be able to put something together for someone. Especially since it will bring a smile to someone’s face.
Saturday finally arrived and I was running around doing last minute shopping. I decorated and made sure everything was how I envisioned it. Needless to say, he was surprised. I was happy to see the look on his face.
The image above with the quotes spoke to me. Giving is a part of who I am. There may be times when I might want something and I don’t get it but I never dwell in that mindset for too long. I love to put a smile on someone’s face. I love to be able to surprise them with something good that they never had before. I know how great it feels to be thought of and I want to give that same feeling back. At the end of the day, my love one was happy and definitely surprised. That makes me happy.