Comfort Food

Being able to give away what I make - out of the blue - can be one of the most satisfying, pull my ass out of the gutter feelings I’ve had the pleasure to experience. Life for me is hitting a pot hole-filled road right now in a big way but the ability to take advantage of the feeling above - when I least expect it - has surprisingly yanked me from the edge. Again.

Eating a late breakfast with a freak of a 4 year old boy, alone at a Nebraskan Village Inn (think Perkins or IHOP) I was lucky enough to have a nice (but not sickly sweet nice) waitress. She introduced herself, asked our names…and was motherly. Caring for strangers just because she could. She had recently lost 300+ pounds, and you could tell, tho she wasn’t rich or young or beautiful - she was grateful for her time here. She treated us like her family. Checked up on us often, made sure we were doing well, talked to me like a person. It took me totally by surprise and made me feel badly for acting and feeling and being so selfish and full of self-pity about my own rough situation.

So, when she commented about how much she like my necklace (one of my more favorite pieces) I took it off and gave it to her. Just like that. Told her I made then and I’d be happy if she would take it.

It was more comforting than the comfort food I had just eaten or all the gifts I had just received or - anything. It made me feel good…like I was worthy enough to give a surprise to this woman who was kind to us for no reason.

I just hope I made her day as she made mine more bearable.