In case you didn’t know, it is November 30th. And, basically, tomorrow will be Christmas. Can I get an amen? They say, “The older you get, the quicker the days go.” I don’t know who “they” are, but I feel like someone needs to tell “they” to be kind and mind their own business.
November 30th is the end of the month (you’re welcome) and also the end to NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). I’m pleased to say I tore through most of the edits. I just need to search for those pesky overused words.
When I read the end of the story I am editing which is the story I wrote last year, I felt a bit sick. It was then I discovered the ending is cheesy. Cheesy like a bad Christmas movie on a certain channel. In my defense, I was terribly ill last November when I finished the book. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. So, I need to do some rewriting. For sure and for certain. I mean, if I ever get this published I don’t want to be responsible for the ER visits from people getting their eyes stuck in the back of their head from extreme eye-rolling. I’m not dramatic. It could happen.
This month has been a month. As opposed to not a month, I guess… And, here is where I transition to love languages. I couldn’t think of a good transition so here we are. It seems I may need to reconsider the writing of a book gig if I can’t make a simple transition…sigh.
So, love languages. We all have one or two. You don’t need to know yours or your loved ones love language, but it helps. It really does help
For years, I was ashamed of mine because I felt like it came across as materialistic. Mine is gifts followed by words of affirmation. I actually was in denial about it and just claimed the words of affirmation language.
Little by little, I’ve come to realize the gift language isn’t a terrible gift (see what I did there?). What I mistakenly thought was materialistic, is really me appreciating the thoughtfulness and effort behind the gift. I like gifts just as much as the next person, but someone actually thought about little, old me and took time out of their busy lives to show me visually they care. This explains why I can look at an item and remember who it is from and the occasion in which it was given.
This week, I was reminded of my love language. My dad had a minor outpatient procedure. He’s fine. And, we all know hospitals have their own time zone known as Hospital Standard Time. So even though we were called in early because of a cancellation, he still didn’t go into surgery until well past the original time. So, we were stuck in a holding room (not the official name but it feels like holding so I’m naming it how I see it). Usually, hospital holding rooms are a bit warm. Not that day. Even this hot-flash aged woman was cold.
Throughout the wait, the nurse layered my dad with heated blankets. I will admit to you I harbored a sin of jealousy. The nurse, after covering my dad with another warm blanket, must have noticed me sitting on my hands and asked if I’d like a heated blanket. Why, yes, yes I would like that warm blanket very much.
Not only did she gift me with her thoughtfulness, I wasn’t the patient after all, but she wrapped the blanket around my shoulders. I mean, she could have handed it to me and been on her way. But, she physically wrapped that warm gift around me. I felt loved by the nurse. I’m betting her love language is the act of service.
My sister-like-friend came over to my house last night for some much-needed girl time. And, since it is harder to get together now than it was when our children were little, (we were so naive thinking it would be easier) we exchanged gifts. It was like she was inside my mind when she thought of the gifts. She knows me and that in of itself is a gift. Every time I look at those gifts, I feel loved.
The same goes for words of affirmation. The fact someone took the time to tell me or write those words of kindness and love, makes all the difference.
All those words to say, go forth and be a light in someone’s life. Like that bat-signal. Or something like that. You’ll never know what little things you do become huge in someone’s life.