Sometimes I feel like I don’t contribute much to the world at all. I try to remember the last time somebody thanked me, and all the memories just fade before I can reach them. I try to remember the last time I helped anyone, and the only things I can remember are about cleaning up or carrying something.
Yet I know that people generally enjoy my presence. It must be for a reason. I’m just having a really hard time seeing it from their perspective.
At the moment I think I inspire people with courage. I show them a different way of life. I show them that it is okay to follow your heart and do what really matters to you, even if it’s swimming against the stream.
I also like gardening this year. I happily spent hours in my neighbor’s garden this spring as a way of relaxing, without a thought for any other kind of compensation.