Sometimes, being a working girl really makes me wonder if I’m not on the verge of becoming a major danger to myself and/or others.  The one that all of the nurses pity as they pass my perfectly white room with perfectly padded everything; I’ll sit there, perfectly still, staring out the perfectly locked and barred window. “Poor magda.  Her job drove her to this.” They’ll cluck their tongues and head on down the hall to visit the more interesting patients.  The man who thinks he’s a chicken, maybe, or the psychotic German.

But then little things happen to bring the color and the light back into the day.  A man gives up his seat on the train.  The best kind of yogurt is on sale.  A delightful package has come in the mail.

From a far away girl on a far away blog in a far away place I’ve never been, I received this afternoon the most amazing box of goodies.  It’s springtime, and we’re all in this together, the gesture said; and truly, it made my day.  Penelope, you’re amazing.

There’s really something to be said for unbridled goodness and unreserved generosity.  Everyone should try it out.  It’s quite contagious, and really, really nice. 

Things like this and days like today make me so grateful for this blogging community.  I started writing here mostly as an experiment; it was something I’d seen done and wanted to be a part of, sure, but I also wanted to see what it would feel like to write out my feelings and thoughts for anyone who cared to listen. 

I have a tendency to stumble into things with an extreme degree of naïveté.  The first time J asked me out, for instance, I didn’t get that it was a date.  At all.  I thought we were just hanging out.  “He thinks I’m cool and he wants to be my friend,” I thought.  Wrong.  Moving across the country is another good example.  “Maybe I’ll just move to DC,” I said one day.  “Yeah. It’ll be no big deal.”  Ha. Ahahaha.

For the most part, though, these things work out for me.  It may be luck or it may be some bigger plan, but I’ve stumbled into a lot of deep goodness.

The blog is no exception.  I don’t often directly address you, my readers, but tonight I think some thanks are in order.  Thanks for hanging around, and for coming back, and for inviting me to share in your lives and struggles, too.  You all are the best Internet friends a girl could ask for.  I mean it.