It really is the little things that matter.
You ever just have a day were you are just having, "One of those days?"
Today was one of those days; last night was one of those nights.
Until this morning…
Last night was a great night of movies, dinner, and dancing.
Then fear and doubt began to creep in and try to steal away my joy.
I was allowing it to win, and I just didn’t say a word.
Even throughout the sleeping hours I just lay there.
Lay there waiting for some thought to rescue me.
To come and release me from my restlessness.
I remained unrescued, so my restlessness remained.
Even through the waking morning hours of the next day.
"Is everything okay?"
Yes, everything is okay.
I know they are okay, I just don’t feel okay.
For some reason, in some way.
I head to work early hoping to find refuge there; an escape from myself.
Instead, I find redemption.
An unopened bag of candy, jelly beans, just sitting there, waiting patiently on my desk.
Waiting for me to devour it and indulge in its sweetness.
Thank you, you masked unnamed coworker who I will refer to as my hero.
My rescuer of the day.
Please remember me and don’t forget me.
I’m good for today, but there may be tomorrow.
There will definitely be another day.