I am a cryer. A weeper, if you will. I cannot tell you how many times I’ve cried on my bed, in a corner, or on the couch. When I get frustrated, down on myself and think the world is against me, I cry. I guess it’s better than throwing stuff or hurting people.

I also like to think I am quite the expert in mentally beating myself up. If awards were given for that, I would have at least three Oscars. I am not looking for sympathy here. I am well aware that this type of thinking is stupid and I work hard everyday to fight it. Luckily, my husband still finds me attractive after I hide from the world under the blankets and swear everyone hates me. But it’s a two way street. I still find him attractive after he yells for no reason about nothing and slams a door because he’s frustrated at himself. I cry, he slams doors. Go us!

Now enough about all that. Let’s get on to the happy stuff. 🙂 These last few months, I have noticed more and more kindness from strangers and people I know. There is something in the air despite all the craziness in the world.

People smile at me on the street,give compliments on my outfit, hold doors for others, let me get  in front of them in line when I have one item and they have thirty. People send a text message just to say hi. I can go on and on. I am amazed that kindness and love still exist in people’s hearts.

People generally want to be nice to one another. Everyone wants someone to hold their hand and tell them everything is going to be okay. People want to love you before they want to hate you.

All this kindness from strangers and friends makes it easy to not beat myself up mentally. I know there is goodness in the world. Love is still here. But it will only exist if you show it.

Hugs and Smiles,