Fa la la la la la ly2…

Falalalala

I’m a big fan of leaving the house.

I don’t do it often, but I enthusiastically support the practice.

One of the great things about leaving the house is witnessing other humans’ experiences of life.  Other people are a good reminder about how little influence your own perceptions could have if you’d just give them less rope to run around with.

This morning I left the house.  I went to an office I go to now and again.

I parked in the underground lot of the tall office building and waited for the elevator that would help me ascend to a day in the real world.

A sign by the elevator warned that all cars should be out of the lot by 10 pm on this coming Friday night.

No kidding. Be out by 10 pm.

A polished and polite, young(er than me) woman joined me at the elevator.  She was reading the warning.  She looked confused.

I laughed a light, little laugh.

“Yeah, lets be sure to be out by 10!”

She said “But I thought they said 7. I could have sworn they sent an email that said 7.”

Welcome to Washington, DC.

This is where I live.

I live in a land where people are nervous about what time they can work up until on a Friday night.

I still think it was funny.

But I guess I wouldn’t have thought it was funny a decade or two ago when I basically lived at my office.  I was more-often-than-not the first car in the parking garage in the morning and the last car to leave the garage at night.  That included weekends. I was competing with myself, I think.

Anyway, that’s not what this essay’s about.

This essay is about paying attention to other people.

Other people are a good reminder of lots of things.  And other people need your attention.

This is a stressful time of year. And people get really stressed out.

Some people do the basic type of ‘expecting too much’ stress. Others have more specific  stress related to a particular event or circumstance.

Some people are sad at this time of year.

Some are lonely.

Some are grieving.

This essay is about paying attention to the people around you and doing what you can to make a difference.

It’s not about making grand gestures. You don’t need to do anything too huge or awe inspiring.

Although, if you feel like doing something huge or awe inspiring, do it in my direction.

But most of us can’t do the big lifts at this time of year. Most of us are tapped out financially and emotionally. Hopefully we’ve got enough left to make the time fine, but most of us don’t have too much extra left to give.

So the good news is that you only need to do one teeny tiny eensy teensy itty bitty thing. #ttetibt

Just say hey.

Send a message or an email or a text. There’s no wrong way to do it.

Just say hey.

Let somebody know you’re thinking about them.  Or wondering about them. Or wishing for them. Or praying for them.

Just let somebody know.

Too often we think of someone but we don’t let them know. And what s the good of that?

Let them know.

Your #ttetibt might just be the one that helps make someone’s day a bit easier or, at least, not so hard.

Fa la la la luv and stuff 🙂

xoxo, d

♥ www.livingbroken.org 
Giving power to personal stories of thriving
through wearable, shareable art.

Fa la la la la ly2…

Falalalala

I’m a big fan of leaving the house.

I don’t do it often, but I enthusiastically support the practice.

One of the great things about leaving the house is witnessing other humans’ experiences of life.  Other people are a good reminder about how little influence your own perceptions could have if you’d just give them less rope to run around with.

This morning I left the house.  I went to an office I go to now and again.

I parked in the underground lot of the tall office building and waited for the elevator that would help me ascend to a day in the real world.

A sign by the elevator warned that all cars should be out of the lot by 10 pm on this coming Friday night.

No kidding. Be out by 10 pm.

A polished and polite, young(er than me) woman joined me at the elevator.  She was reading the warning.  She looked confused.

I laughed a light, little laugh.

“Yeah, lets be sure to be out by 10!”

She said “But I thought they said 7. I could have sworn they sent an email that said 7.”

Welcome to Washington, DC.

This is where I live.

I live in a land where people are nervous about what time they can work up until on a Friday night.

I still think it was funny.

But I guess I wouldn’t have thought it was funny a decade or two ago when I basically lived at my office.  I was more-often-than-not the first car in the parking garage in the morning and the last car to leave the garage at night.  That included weekends. I was competing with myself, I think.

Anyway, that’s not what this essay’s about.

This essay is about paying attention to other people.

Other people are a good reminder of lots of things.  And other people need your attention.

This is a stressful time of year. And people get really stressed out.

Some people do the basic type of ‘expecting too much’ stress. Others have more specific  stress related to a particular event or circumstance.

Some people are sad at this time of year.

Some are lonely.

Some are grieving.

This essay is about paying attention to the people around you and doing what you can to make a difference.

It’s not about making grand gestures. You don’t need to do anything too huge or awe inspiring.

Although, if you feel like doing something huge or awe inspiring, do it in my direction.

But most of us can’t do the big lifts at this time of year. Most of us are tapped out financially and emotionally. Hopefully we’ve got enough left to make the time fine, but most of us don’t have too much extra left to give.

So the good news is that you only need to do one teeny tiny eensy teensy itty bitty thing. #ttetibt

Just say hey.

Send a message or an email or a text. There’s no wrong way to do it.

Just say hey.

Let somebody know you’re thinking about them.  Or wondering about them. Or wishing for them. Or praying for them.

Just let somebody know.

Too often we think of someone but we don’t let them know. And what s the good of that?

Let them know.

Your #ttetibt might just be the one that helps make someone’s day a bit easier or, at least, not so hard.

Fa la la la luv and stuff 🙂

xoxo, d

♥ www.livingbroken.org 
Giving power to personal stories of thriving
through wearable, shareable art.