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).
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.
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.
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,