So I may not have watched the start of the Olympics. But I did use this exciting time as inspiration to thank an “olympian” in my life. (This idea was in February’s benicebox.)
So I wrote a letter.
My dad is my best friend.
He is my role model.
He is my go-to person.
I hope he knows how much I appreciate and depend on him, but it doesn’t hurt to remind him.
(Spencer wrote to her “Mommy Dearest.”)
Who’s your “olympian”?
I worked from home today. I’m still sick. I remembered that one of my benicebox tasks, was to give someone a tea break, so I went all selfish and made myself some.
And then I was too sick to drink more than a sip.
So, my blog posts have been stacking up.
I’m just going to shove this one online and be done with it.
I have no photos, since this letter was very personal. I used “Handwriting Day,” as an excuse to finally write an apology letter I had been putting off. I also checked off the benicebox‘s task of “forgiving someone…” myself. I can now say that I’ve done what I can, and I need to move on (and heal).
When I asked for some photoworthy ideas, Keyana told me to “send flowers or a gift to a friend or family member just because.” And this was a great idea.
Only, it wouldn’t be “just because.” Every friend or family member deserves flowers. (Sounds a bit corny, I know.)
One person in particular deserved a special thanks.
My sister Beth has always been a great friend. She’s my “huntin’ buddy,” she helps me with my budget (as in she does EVERYTHING), and she pretty much saved me this past year.
It was the hardest year of my life, and when I needed her she was there, sleeping over on my uncomfortable couch, reminding me that even if I didn’t love myself, she did.
I’m so lucky to have you Beth.
P.S. I went to Pletscher’s Greenhouse. I picked up a bouquet and brought it to my sister, since she lived real close, and it would have cost $8 to deliver. There’s also that delivery complication associated with apartment buildings.
Who are you going to send flowers to?
So, I was wondering what I was going to do today for two reasons: First, I have $15 in my checking account, and second, I have to finish a writing project tonight (and yes it’s already 8:30 p.m.–eek!). Luckily, I got something in the mail today: my benicebox . I met the woman who started this “Minnesota Nice” project at a networking event, and immediately signed myself up for a box a month for the year. So, for today’s photoworthy project, I was simply nice. And.I.feel.great.
Pickle looking not so nice.
Decorating the foyer of the apartment building. (That’s one of those posters you tear a section off of when interested in something. They are usually in laundromats advertising crappy djs, or in pet store selling cute lil guinea pigs.)
And then I decided to kill two birds with one stone. My roommate and I wrote thank you letters to the postal workers AND told them how awesome they were by giving them a little crocheted star.
And my accomplice, who cannot–not blink.