this weekend was a good one. i'm finally feeling better, i went out in public, i ate a hot dog. all signs point to a full recovery.
i started out the weekend volunteering at a soup kitchen, and the man who ran it said something that has been running through my mind. before the doors opened, he reminded us about respect for those we were about to meet and serve. that if we found a twenty dollar bill on the street, dirty and tattered, it would still be worth twenty dollars. that even if we washed it off and made it sparkle like new, it would still be worth twenty dollars. that those who were about to come in may be poor, or dirty, or struggling, they are no different from us. they are still human beings. their worth does not differ from ours. and i've been struggling lately with my worth. not bad struggling just - just you know, trying to figure things out. things that come up every few years and make you think and hem and haw about it all. and it is good to remind oneself that while many things go into who we are, how we define ourselves, what we are worth - the simpler details, the act of just being, just participating, at the end of the day can speak much louder than the thoughts that constantly cloud our heads.