Everybody I know is so busy.
Everybody is struggling with something at one time or another.
Everybody needs a pick-me-up now and again.
Everybody needs to be thanked for what they do.
Everybody needs to be reminded that they are wonderful.
The longer I blog, the more I feel this:
There are so, so many people in this world.
We're all trying our best.
But not one of us has it all figured out yet.
I make mistakes. I choose my words poorly sometimes. I'm too quick to judge.
But I want to make a conscious effort this year to really just be nice.
Because I don't know what good ever comes from being mean.
We do it on impulse, not on purpose.
The world doesn't grow because somebody said or did something mean.
It grows because somebody said or did something nice.
I want to be one of those people that sends a note just when someone needs it.
I want to be the first comment on somebody's post.
Or the 79th person to congratulate someone on something.
I want to help someone who's having a hard day know that they're not forgotten.
I want to send surprise packages.
Leave flowers on someone's doorstep.
Bring vegetables instead of cookies.
And cookies sometimes too.
There is so much good in this big world and I want to be a part of it.
There are so many people reaching out.
People that just need somebody to say something nice to them.
To brighten their day.
To remind them that Heavenly Father is watching over them.
I want to reach back.
Reach with me.