Hi folks! Sharing what would’ve been my journal entry for yesterday. Hoping this makes up for the time that I was absent.
Over the course of this past weekend, I had the pleasure of spending quality time with a dear friend. With high expectations for these few days, I found myself eagerly anticipating a break from the rut I've been stuck in for quite some time. The excitement bubbled within me as I looked forward to switching off my brain and indulging in some light-hearted, goofy moments with just us girls.
On the first morning, my friend prepared some delightful breakfast sandwiches. In a playful manner, I jokingly mentioned to her that she needn't feel offended because I prefer not to eat the bread crusts. She responded with laughter, reassuring me that it was perfectly okay. Later that same day, she went a step further and made another sandwich, taking care to remove the bread crusts.
This seemingly simple act touched me deeply. It felt like a moment of genuine connection, as if I were finally being truly heard. For the longest time, I've felt that people were hearing me but not really listening. It took me back to a time when I was ten, feeling cared for and understood. This experience was a shift, a moment where the roles reversed, and I found myself on the receiving end of care. Having been in service to others for an extended period, this shift was both surprising and heartwarming.
I understand that at first glance, it might seem trivial—just the removal of bread crusts. However, for me, it was more than that. It served as reassurance that I'm visible, tangible proof that my seemingly silly thoughts do matter. Perhaps, in this simple act, there are people who truly "get" me. The concept of being cared for has transformed, and, amusingly, it now involves having my bread crusts cut. Here's to hoping for many more moments of care and, of course, an abundance of bread.
Here’s to an abundance of bread and a removal of crusts. 💛