Gratitude. Not feeling it. Monday. Rain. People are not doing what they are supposed to be doing. Me not doing what I want to be doing. I’m just not feeling it. If I can only accomplish a couple of these tedious errands, I’ll feel better, perhaps. Entering the store, all I saw was the long check-out line, ugh. And they didn’t have the one thing I came to get, double ugh. So I circled around to find an alternative, and then I heard a sound. At first, it was a very small sound several aisles away. Clapping. Rhythmic clapping keeping time with the song overhead that I hadn’t even noticed before now.
Guest Post by Dr. Andrea Cook
Guest Post by Dr. Andrea Cook
Guest Post by Dr. Andrea Cook
Gratitude. Not feeling it. Monday. Rain. People are not doing what they are supposed to be doing. Me not doing what I want to be doing. I’m just not feeling it. If I can only accomplish a couple of these tedious errands, I’ll feel better, perhaps. Entering the store, all I saw was the long check-out line, ugh. And they didn’t have the one thing I came to get, double ugh. So I circled around to find an alternative, and then I heard a sound. At first, it was a very small sound several aisles away. Clapping. Rhythmic clapping keeping time with the song overhead that I hadn’t even noticed before now.