This is probably going to come across as one of those “duh” things.

But I’m noticing something.

I don’t mean to be, but sometimes I’m very short.

I get through what I have to get through and move on to the next.

I’m very rarely in the moment and I’m often just rushing.

I used to be an extremely friendly and kind person.

Always.

In fact, Mr. Husband will tell you that’s what drew him to me way back when 

(we’re talking at 13 years old!)

But life has left me a little jaded.

And I’m not mean (at least not usually) but I’m definitely not as nice as I could/should be.

Lately, I’ve been feeling overwhelmed with gratitude.

I’ll stop for a second and just think gosh, I got lucky.

And those moments remind me to take that extra second and offer kindness to another person.

I’m not talking about buying someone a car or curing them of cancer or anything miraculous.

I’m talking about something anything that is no skin off your back but makes their life a little easier.

Everyone is so worried about themselves (trust me, I am too)

that we sometimes forget that we can help other people.

For instance, we’re getting new neighbors.

The moving truck was parked on our street yesterday morning, 

and I saw the movers trying to maneuver between our driveways

(all our houses are very close together in this neighborhood).

And I thought, you know what?  Get off the darn couch.

I swung the door open, introduced myself and explained that I wasn’t leaving and that they were welcome to block my driveway.

They were so so grateful.

And it was nothing for me.

Nothing.

And it made their life easier.

And as I walked back inside and back to my couch, I felt good.

And it made me think about that episode of FRIENDS 

when Joey tries to tell Phoebe there are no self-less good deeds.

And I’m okay with that.

If feeling good happens to be a side effect of being kind to another person,

I’ll take it.