Peace to all who read this now. It’s what I wish for because peace allows a freedom for love and joy.
I am preparing (no, actually I should be preparing) to leave for work shortly. I’m on a cruel stretch of days on and around Christmas which didn’t give me much peace at all. My days off were before which immersed me in a roiling clot of desperate shoppers when I went to the mall and grocery store. No peace there.
I’d been wallowing in a bit of a pity party, sneering at the marketing wonks who have named each shopping day before today with something clever and adrenaline-producing enough to make consumers feel they need to get out and buy, buy, BUY!!!
But my pity party was simply self-perception; yes the malls and grocery store was mobbed, but people were smiling and pausing to let other pass. Cashiers always asked if I had much more to do or was this the last of my shopping. They smiled and groaned when I asked if they had all their shopping done yet. I must have picked the right places because I wasn’t immersed in greed and bedlam.
Then yesterday a co-worker sent me a quick e-mail: Would I like her to work half my shift today? Would I????
Some gifts are unbidden, invaluable. Merry Christmas everyone. Thank you Laura.