Yesterday, I read a blog by a dear friend, someone who inspires me in more ways than one. But yesterday, he inspired me in a way I hadn't expected: to start writing again. Caught in the chaos of daily life, often weary from the unrelenting demands of midlife, I’ve long been trapped in this cycle of “I want to write, but I just don’t have the time.” And yet, writing remains one of the few things that truly brings me joy.
So today, this note is for him, along with a promise to myself: to post at least one blog each week.
Life, more often than not, feels like a freshly cooked bowl of noodles. Long, tangled stories unfolding all at once. Some strands seem endless. It’s hot and steaming, calling out to be devoured before it goes cold. In each slurp, there’s warmth, contentment and a longing for more - all at once. We know it won’t last forever, but we savor it anyway, as if it just might.
In the midst of all these feelings as we move on with life, I think most of us, myself included, forget to pause and truly savor the good things. We're always rushing. Running. Often without knowing where or why.
This blog is about one such moment last week, a moment made special by a colleague who feels more like an older sister than a co-worker.
I had arrived late at the office and was just settling into my day, flustered, frazzled, and frankly a little worn down. She walked past my desk. I didn’t even have the presence of mind to greet her properly. All I managed to say was how overwhelmed and exhausted I felt. Then I rushed off to a meeting that lasted an hour.
When I returned, there it was - a fresh, hot cup of coffee, brewed with a few secret tricks only she knew, using the modest magic of our humble coffee machine. It was her signature blend, something only she could make.
In the midst of that tough, hurried day, that one thoughtful gesture - the coffee, the care, made me pause. I sat down, took a breath, and let myself enjoy it. That small moment brimmed my eyes with tears of joy. It reminded me that someone noticed, someone cared.
And just like that, everything felt a little lighter. The burden I had been carrying suddenly seemed like part of a meaningful day, rather than something to simply get through.
Sometimes, all it takes is a small act of kindness to turn someone’s day around.
A huge thanks to the two of you....
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