Today I arrive at the blockchain humbled. Seriously, It's been a ridiculous 24 hours. Just officially settling in at another dog sitting job, for the next 6 or so days, I came to find out they left me a very generous tip.
The dog is a lovely girl named Bella, she's 85 lbs of pure black labrador muscle and play, My legs are already bruised and scratched to bits because she doesn't know her own strength, but she is just as sweet as she is goofy so I'm really enjoying spending time with her and looking after her and the house.
Speaking of the house there's a pool. You may know how much this means to a water sign like me. Swimming is my favorite kind of exercise (yes even more than yoga) and I plan on spending as much free time as possible soaking up rays and gliding from deep end to shallow end and back again.
I'm also incredibly thankful that my bottle was chosen as first place in a bottle art contest here on steemit AND a lovely friend @lloyddavis decided that he liked my content enough to delegate a bit of SP my way. I'm super honored and touched. Being "backed" by someone for any amount makes me want to work even harder to put out the best posts I can and invest more time and effort into this crazy place.
But here's the kicker, I just ran out to the grocery store and in the produce section near the strawberries, a little old lady stopped me. She was skin and bones and looked to have been nearing 90.
I was preparing to tell her that I don't work here because for some reason any time I'm in a shop state-side, I get asked a question as if I'm one of the staff. I like to think it's because I walk with purpose instead of meandering the aisles but it's probably because I don't look like the class of person who would be shopping in a "rich town" supermarket.
Bust out your handkerchiefs because this is where it gets good. The woman proceeds to tell me that she loves my hair, and is proud of me for expressing myself however I want.
She continues to tell me about her grandson who "likes boys" and just dyed his hair pink. "I'm just so grateful have lived long enough to see a world where people can really express who they are." Then she touched my forearm and leaned in and said." Anyway, it's just hair right?"
And then she winked at me in that super adorable old lady way and told me to have a great day.
How could I not after that! Damn.
You know so many generations have this chip on their shoulder, not caring about what the older "out of touch" folks think about them. But you know what transcends generations?
Gratitude.
Here I was, thankful as hell that I had some fundage to use at the shop to pick up supplies for the week, and wine for virtual date night with mouse (@teamhumble) reflecting about how I could freeze peanut butter treats for the pupper when I got back, when my gratitude energy collided with someone else's.
And as much as I say I "don't care" what people think of me or my azure locks (especially the normals), there's something about receiving kind words of encouragement from someone with the legacy of having survived decades longer than you on this planet.
Basically, if grandma says you're killin' it, you're certainly doing something right!
Lot's of different strands that I've been plugging at for MONTHS have been picking up momentum this past week or so, and I wanted to share a bit of that momentum and positivity with you.
If you've stoped to read any of my posts or supported me in any way, even with just a kind word like the lady in the produce section, please know it means the absolute world to me.
From the bottom of my heart,
Thank you.
<3
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