It is impossible to walk past him and hear that friendly, jovial greeting and not smile. This morning, as I bustled down the street, hurrying to get to work so I could hurry and leave work 10 hours later, his voice ringing out through the chilly morning really struck a chord.
I had been thinking about the long list of chores that are waiting for me just as soon as I make it through this work week. I have about ten "little" items on my list, which means about ten things that will take about two hours apiece to complete. And on top of that, I have to clean the entire house from top to bottom in preparation for a visit from the property management company next week. Being at work all day leaves me so tired that I can't seem to get much done in the evenings, which means my entire weekend is probably going to be spent working on my "home job."
I was feeling a little overwhelmed, and, I will confess, a little bitter about it all when the voice cut through my thoughts. "Good moooooorrrning!"
And in that moment, I realized how amazing and blessed my life is. I have a warm house and bed to go home to. I have enough food to eat every single day. I have so many conveniences in my home like clothing and dishes and even extra food that I have to go home and figure out where to put it all. And yet, that man was in a better mood than I was this morning.
Needless to say, when I got home from work tonight, I tackled my to-do list with a lot less resentment and found myself appreciating the fact that I get to fold our clothes in a warm house, toss the dishes into the dishwasher, and eventually collapse into a comfortable bed for the night.