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Compliments from a stranger.

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I’ve been thinking about this for awhile actually. We all love a good sincere compliment, but I’ve noticed, that the ones from family, and good friends, while appreciated and helpful, don’t hold the same weight as ones from complete strangers. Not that they are less important, we all need support from our inner circle, but there is just something so concrete and organic about a complete stranger going out of their way to tell you that they noticed something good about you. Here is an example I shared on THREADS. Never mind the comments and the tangents they went on, that is a whole other post, about people who hijack the spirit of one’s words, and make it their own sounding-board or soapbox.) Anyway, back from my own tangent! I am getting older. In fact that was part of what sent me onto this topic. When a woman begins to age, they pretty much become invisible. In my experience anyway, and since I am the expert of my experience, that is what I know. Lack of the previous le...

Feedback

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Jason Wright says that a life can be changed in about seventeen seconds. He calls them miracles. There is even a book and a website and a facebook application to record those that happen to you, and those that you engage in and perform. I know Jason personally, and can say easily that his life definitely reflects the sense of fun and service an d the joy of existing that a little bit of extra effort produces. My thoughts today surround my own little seventeen second miracles. I call it Feedback. It is something that often takes just about seventeen seconds (or a minute or two, depending on how verbose you are!). It is the little moments we take to respond to someone. It can be about a service, a little ‘Thank you for. . . ‘ or a birthday. . . I had almost a hundred people wish me a great day. It absolutely surrounded me with awe to think that that many people thought about me, and took the seconds required to tell me so. I’m still walking around in the glow of it. Yet I doubt that ...