...I like them. I like hearing them. And I like speaking them.
This morning I woke up wanting to taste kind words in my mouth again. I felt contrite. I apologized to a coworker for losing my patience yesterday. She accepted my apology, and empathized, and we talked a moment about shared interests and desires. But I still didn't feel perfectly alright.
Within an hour, I received a very unexpected email from another coworker. She is the quiet type who always goes the extra mile and receives far less recognition than she deserves...perhaps because she is such a picture of modesty? Anyway, this email (seemingly out of nowhere) was sensitive, and wise, and incredibly kind...and just what I needed. I was touched. And suddenly I was reminded of many other kind words, also unexpected and private and quiet, of which I have lately been the fortunate recipient. And I felt alright, and empowered to be more kind.
Thank you, for your kind words.
And thanks to you too, for your words...kindly meant.