December 24, 2010

I wasn't a nice teenager. Maybe none of us were, but me especially.

I try to make up for it by being a nice twentysomething.

Sometimes I fail.

I don't always call enough, I don't always say 'I love you' enough, I don't always remember yr favourite colour or yr favourite song.

Maybe I should visit more, smile more, open more door for strangers and carry grocery bags for little old ladies. I need to say 'thank you' more often, tell people to have a nice day more frequently, give more loose change to the Salvation Army donation bins.

But damn it, I'm going to start.