I usually only blog when I've got something on my mind, but tonight I thought I'd just try typing whatever flows out. I'm horrible at journaling...I usually think out situations and the worse possible outcomes for each one and I then try to prepare myself for any one of the outcomes. This creates a frustrating journal entry because they usually end up being one long incoherent mess. I keep everything organized in my head that way no one will see the crazy that I call my thought process.
I've got friends who swear up and down that journaling is the way to go; it keeps them sane. I figure I already know what I've got on my mind, why write it down? I've got a memory equivalent to a pack of elephants. I hold on to small details that don't mean much to anyone else. I honestly don't know where this is going though.
I really wish I had something profound to say, something that you could take away and apply to your own life, something that matters. But, tonight, like most of the time, I've got nothing.
A few days ago I tweeted something along the lines of "I know I don't matter to anyone, but it's nice to imagine I do every now and again." Does anyone else ever feel this way? I like to think the small things I do for people matter or make their day better. I like to think that, but honestly I don't think many people even notice the small acts of kindness I try to show day in and day out. Don't get me wrong, because I'm not doing it for attention. I could care less about that. I'm not doing it for recognition or any kind of praise. I honestly just want to make someone's day better.
In the greater scheme of things I may not matter, but I'm still going to try to change at least a portion of someone's day everyday. Who knows, it may make a difference?
