I have a horrible tendency to get caught up in the small stuff. I realized today that the smaller my world gets, the more miserable I am. The more selfish my thoughts get, the more horrible a place my own head is. I spent today in a very non-selfish place. I woke up and started writing some fiction, which actually turned out okay. So I posted it for free on a fiction board, where other people got some instant enjoyment out of it. And that made me happy. I really wasn't looking to get anything out of it, but I was pleasantly surprised when I felt happy just for simply creating something out of nothing and sharing it with people.
This hurricane that's in the Gulf is basically going to hit my house dead on, so of course I spent most of the day preparing. I took care of the things around the house that my grandparents are a bit too old to handle...trimming branches, boarding windows, bringing things from outside inside, etc. I also helped an older neighbor make her preparations. She irritated me, but at the end of the day, I spent my time helping a neighbor without the expectation of compensation. And now, relaxing in bed, I realized how good that made me feel. When am I going to learn this lesson for good? When am I going to realize that doing for others is more rewarding than doing for myself? I don't think I had more than a handful of selfish thoughts today, and it was one of the best days I've had in a long time. Everybody in my life noticed how much happier and more "myself" I seemed today.
It's better to give than receive. I always thought that cliche was sooo tacky. There is an awful lot of truth to it, though. I wonder what other cliches are true that I've been rejecting?