Well, for starters I realized I have been spelling Mizou’s name wrong. It is Misou. Maybe this is why she has been having issues with me? People do not like it when you misspell or misprounounce their names, and since cats think they are people I am sure she must have been holding this against me. Now that we have that settled, I am sure things will go much smoother.
Anyway, I shared my cookies yesterday. Okay, a co-worker took one cookie, but I offered up my home-made and most favorite Christmas cookie – the gingerbread cookie. My parent’s next door neighbor makes me a plate of goodies each year for Christmas. I brought my last two remaining gingerbread cookies to work. When a co-worker “complained” about not being able to bring her cookies in to share with us, and was in want of a cookie, I offered up the gingerbread. She said, “Thank you”, and we went on with our day.
My second act of kindness involved holding the door for someone at work when I would rather have let it close. In this instance, it is not even a personal thing, it is office politics. I tried to smile as I was holding the door and be polite, but not sure how successful I was at it. She smiled in return, but it got me to thinking. I was only kind because of a responsibility to do it. My heart was not in it. This got me to thinking about kindness and love.
It is much easier to do something nice for someone I like, but much harder to do something nice for someone I dislike. It is partly my own stubborness. If I were to own the truth, simply put, it is mostly due to a lack of caring for this person. If, however, this person was going through a tough personal crisis – the loss of a parent or a child’s illness, I could get past my own pettiness and feel real compassion. But I let the small things bubble over inside of my heart, and then swim around in my own pettiness. I seem to even enjoy it.
I think the rewards are much greater though when we push past our own biases. I am not speaking of material rewards, but in the emotional and/or spiritual realm of things. If I stopped enjoying my pettiness and grew up, I might start to see each person as a beloved creation of God, instead of someone who gets on my nerves (whatever the reason may be).
And yes, we all have different temperaments and personalities, which becomes the challenge of really loving and respecting others in spite of our differences. I need to try and remember that we all have stress in our lives outside of work. I am not the only one.
Yes, the rewards will definitely be greater for me when I choose to acknowledge and value others for who they are, not for what they represent. Emotionally, I will become more mature, and the best reward, God must smile on me when I show genuine love, and do an act of kindness not out of obligation or duty, but from a pure heart.