How do you feel when someone enters your "personal space"? Being the good American that I am, my personal bubble is pretty generous, and I sometimes get an uncomfortable feeling when it is invaded. But not always...
Recently, a woman with lovely, flowing white hair was suddenly standing next to me. And I mean right next to me. The only thing between us was a guitar which she held onto as I strummed. As she looked me continually in the eye and laughed to the beat of the music, I couldn't help but to smile back. And the thought occurred to me: I would do well to be more like her.
I know how to keep my distance; play it safe and not let on that I would really like a little help or understanding or just to be a part of something. Sadly, I sometimes don't bother to make eye contact, even with those close to me, because I am preoccupied or tired or just trying to do too many things at once. And how often do I take the time to really laugh; to fully appreciate a funny story or to find some unexpected fun in the moment? A joyful heart is good medicine, and who can't use a little more of that?
I got a lot of good reminders from my new friend with the lovely white hair. Like don't be overly concerned about what others think. Don't be so busy that you can't take time to laugh. If you want to do something, why not go ahead and try it? And when you stop and look someone directly in the eye and offer them a smile, you will likely get a big smile in return.
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