NYC single mommy; Three time Columbia University Alumna (BA in Psychology; MA and EdM in Psychological Counseling); Educator and Adjunct Professor by day, Freelance Writer/Lifestyle Blogger by night; Stylista at heart; Kids fashion is my thing. My life is filled with all things pink (and purple), except for the one bit of blue -- my rambunctious 7-year-old son; Perfect combo of sweet, chic, edgy, and badass. Small gal with big dreams and determined to #walkbyfaith
No doubt about it: this week kicked my ass. I mean, I like to think that I'm good at effectively handling stress. I always find good coping mechanisms and stress releases -- going for a run, having a glass of wine while reading a book, really playing with Aiden, taking a long and hot shower, etc.
But this week? Hmph... none of that worked.
Between dealing with changes at Aiden's school, sitting in Criminal Court with one of my teens at work (and other work stressors), and taking care of other personal issues, I am beat. Seriously. This week. Kicked my ass. Hard.
But then there was yesterday. The silver lining. There's always a silver lining, right? Someone did something for me that was so touching and heartfelt. It warmed my heart so much that this morning I went to the store, purchased a "Thank You" card for them, and gave them a handwritten note. I'm usually one for sending a "Thank You" email, but I was so moved that I took the old school route.
Which got me to thinking: when's the last time we said "thank you" to someone? Like really said "thank you" to someone for doing something nice/kind/special for us?
Let today be that day.
Thank you. For kicking it with me on this corner of the Internet. Thank you. For every link that you share on Facebook and Twitter. Thank you. For every comment. Thank you. For every email and/or message you send my way. Thank you. For forwarding posts that inspire you to friends. Thank you. For being so very dope.
Thank you, thank you, thank you. A million times... thank you.