I did! I have post-it’ed messages in lots of fun places today…This one was put on the napkin holder at Uno’s…
The Post-It notes had one of three messages – “You’re Terrific”, “Smile” or “Have A Wonderful Day”… I started at the gym, surreptitiously placing notes on the handle of an exercise bike, on the mirror in the locker room and on the windshields of two cars in the parking lot. Honestly? I felt both tremendously silly (and I do silly very well) and sneaky (I don’t do that as well) . Onto a quick meeting, where I left one Post-It on the panel of the receptionist’s desk and again on a windshield. At Starbucks I put one on the cash register (there was no one behind me in line – the place was empty for a change), left one on the sugar/cream counter and in the ladies’ room…Boldly I strode into the supermarket, where some unsuspecting soul will find a message on a package of chicken breasts, a yogurt container and the cover of a “Newsweek”. And yes, another parking lot, another car…
Talk about stepping outside one’s comfort zone! I haven’t passed hidden notes since junior high. The best part of course is not knowing who the recipients are and recognizing that some will crumple them up and throw them away. But maybe, someone will see it and smile, or laugh or shake his/her head while looking around to see if anyone remotely culpable is standing around. Maybe it will make someone feel good on a really bad day, or maybe it will make no difference at all. The best kindness is that which is extended with no expectation of anything in return, and given my stealthiness I am confident that I will remain unconnected to this crime of good fun. My thanks to Christine for the inspiration behind this atypical day. How fun it was to step outside myself for a little while. How intrepid and bold of me!! And if it provided a small giggle for someone today, then all the better.
Perhaps as the karma truck keeps rolling along on its path, it will stop to pay the kindness forward. Not to me, but to those I love – my sons and their wives, my son and his girlfriend. Maybe the truck will make a pit stop in their respective driveways, and give them the blessings and peace and joy that they so richly deserve. Perhaps it will stop near the homeless person who plays his sax on a corner in DC, or swing by someone who is bowed under the strain of getting through the day. And that my friends, would be more than I could ask for – just because I ‘love-bombed’ a few unsuspecting souls today.
Waiting for the Karma Truck 