Mindfulness: Small Acts of Kindness

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I’m not a morning person. Anyone who knows me will tell you that. I am that person that 100% cannot hold a conversation before their first cup of coffee. Running before work has significantly helped in this matter, but let’s just say any time before coffee is not time worth living (unless of course that time is spent waiting for the kettle to boil).

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This Saturday morning, I was sick, and had to wake up earlier than I would have liked for a doctor’s appointment on the other side of London. As usual I headed straight to the kitchen to make coffee, but to my surprise found one of my shiny brand new flatmates smiling enthusiastically back at me. Fuck, I thought. This is very obviously a morning person. And I am a grouch. Shit. To make matters worse, he had blown the fuse, somehow, by over-enthusiastically cleaning the kettle. I have no idea how or why, but every time you switched the kettle on, the power went off in the whole flat. Fuck. No kettle = no coffee.

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Once I realized my morning cup of coffee was completely out of the question, I scuttled back to my room lest I snap anyone’s head off in my ill and caffeine-deprived state.  I started to get ready, and for the next ten minutes I heard clattering coming from the kitchen as the microwave beeped incessantly. Someone must be making breakfast, I thought. But goddamit that’s a lot of noise for this time in the morning.

Then came a knock at my door. What could that be? Had my flatmate blown the fuse again? Did he want to talk about buying a replacement kettle? I was in absolutely no fit state to enter into kitchenware negotiations with a relative stranger at this hour in the morning. But no. I was entirely wrong. Those rather noisy ten minutes had been spent struggling to boil water in our microwave. I was presented, rather sheepishly, with a fresh cup of coffee and an apology for breaking the kettle. I could have kissed him! I was so grateful that someone would go to all that trouble for grouchy old me. And when I was so incapable of human interaction! My heart swelled with gratitude and guilt all at the same time.

Three cheers for maturity!

This simple gesture turned my day around. Instead of getting off to a bad start due to lack of coffee and, by consequence, significantly decreased cognitive function, it got off to a great start thanks to an act of kindness from a relative stranger. As a result, I went about my day more mindfully, and repaid the kindness to other people.

Something to take away; just the smallest gesture can make a huge difference to someone else. Also, note to self: keep working on the whole morning person thing.

Lots of love,

Pippa

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10 thoughts on “Mindfulness: Small Acts of Kindness

  1. What a nice thing your flat mate did! ❤ I’ve noticed that if I also do at least one good/ helpful deed for someone else it will also make my day amd mood better, perhaps that way we could spread it around? And no, I’m not a morning person…

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    1. You’re so right, a good deed can really help both you and the receiver! I also just try to be friendly to everyone I deal with, especially in the morning, like the people at the coffee shop and the guy I buy my fruit from. But it also gets me really angry when I see someone else being rude or snarky with the person making their coffee (for instance)!

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  2. Awww love this story! People like that are so humbling. Every time someone does something like that for me, it shows me how much better of a person I could be and makes me ashamed that I can’t see past my own anger and selfishness sometimes to be that person. I have a coworker who is like this. I’ve never seen her be anything but upbeat and courteous (she is also a morning person…I wonder if there is a correlation?) and it makes me hate all the times I talk with a less than patient tone.

    I think it’s important to remember this also goes the other way: sometimes, it only takes the littlest thing to ruin someone else’s day. You never know when the person at the end of your snide, impatient remark or nasty passive-aggressive note might have already been having a monumentally awful day and that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I try to remember when little acts of rudeness have reduced me to tears at the end of an already-stressful day, every time I’m tempted to be less than kind to someone else (to clarify, I’m never ever outright rude or mean to anyone, but people can pick up on the slightest edge in our tone of voice or the eyeroll we didn’t think they noticed).

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    1. This is so true! I try not to be short with people since you never know what’s going on for them. I really struggle with this when commuting since everyone’s already so stressed already! But I always try to check myself. I’ve had days when someone’s made one comment and it’s really got to me, so I try to be mindful if this!

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  3. I really enjoyed reading your post and I’m so glad I’m not the only non-morning person around! I’m also not a coffee/tea drinker so I need a good half hour/the walk to work to wake myself up. Also, what a lovely gesture from your housemate!

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