The end is just the beginning

25 days of kindness – December 25th

Happy Holidays everyone! My 25 days of kindness blogging challenge has finally come to a close and I must admit, I’m glad to see the back of it.

Not because I found trying to be kind difficult. On the contrary, bursting the bubble of self-absorption and consciously thinking of others was liberating and refreshing. I realised how easy it is to be kind and that a small, seemingly insignificant act could be a vital step towards restoring somebody’s faith in humanity.

No, the difficulty of this challenge lay in cooking up a host of original good deeds which would benefit a variety of people whilst fitting in with my pre-existing plans for the day. Often I would find myself driving out to the nearest town purely to carry out my act of kindness, but by doing so I was unnecessarily burning fuel which is hardly kind to the environment.

What this challenge has done, therefore, is teach me to constantly be on the look out for opportunities to show kindness rather than worry about creating the opportunities. That said, it is definitely worth going out of your way to do a good and selfless deed, provided that the effects are overwhelming positive without repercussions for other people or our planet.

Anonymous season's greetings

So, to complete the challenge, I resorted back to my ever diminishing post-it notes. On Christmas morning, I wrote “Merry Christmas! x” on several of the little snowmen and posted them through random letter boxes in the village.

Though this is the final act in my blog, it is just the beginning of my journey to becoming a better person.


Mary x

Right on track

25 days of kindness – December 23rd

Only two more sleeps ’til Christmas! My Inner Child (and outer musical theatre fanatic) had booked a ticket to The Christmasaurus at the Hammersmith Apollo, so I got up bright and early, drove to the station and hopped on a train to London. As I was waiting on the platform to board the train, I noticed the lady in front of me had a rather heavy looking suitcase in tow. Though she was probably only in her late sixties and the suitcase was relatively small, I know how awkward it can be clambering up onto the carriage at the best of times, so I offered her a hand. Clearly weighing up the different options in her head, she eventually decided it wouldn’t be the worst idea and accepted. Good deed done, I thought to myself, and a classic one at that. Now to relax and enjoy the day!

Not quite. On reflection, I realised that helping somebody with their luggage is something I would always do if the opportunity arose, hardly an additional act of kindness, so I threw something else in for good measure.

Since starting this blog, I have developed a habit of bringing my snowman post-it notes wherever I go. Noticing the flip-back part of the table by the seat next to me, I scribbled a quick “Have a lovely day! x” on one of my good old snowy samaritans and stuck it underneath. That way, the next person to lift it up would see the nice message and hopefully crack a smile.

Satisfied, I took out my Inspector Montalbano book and managed only a few pages before snoozing the rest of the way to Euston.


Mary x

Mondays and mini messages

25 days of kindness –
December 11th

Alas, another Monday. On the plus side, there’s only one more dreaded M-day until Christmas!

Working from home, I find knowing it’s the start of a new week quite motivational. But then again, I don’t have to leave the house in the morning whilst it’s still dark, de-ice the windscreen, sit in traffic for an hour only to then sit in a grey box at a computer all day. All I do is change from my nighttime into my daytime pyjamas, make a cup of tea and some hot buttered crumpets then I’m good to go!

Anyway, I digress. Christmas spirit, acts of kindness and all that jazz.

It has become increasingly apparent to me how difficult it is to be kind to people when you go virtually the whole day without seeing anyone. Oh, the joys of living in the sticks… The only time I did leave the house today was to visit my elderly Grandmother in her new care home, but that hardly counts as being kind, but rather as being human.

No. Today I decided to do a little something for my Dad. If you saw my post on Saturday, you would know that if there’s something you could possibly do to help my father, he’ll already have done it before you had any idea. So, how do you do something thoughtful for the man who leaves nothing to chance?

Because I’m insured to drive my Dad’s car (and my Dad is a generous man), he always fills the glove box with sweets and chocolates in case I get peckish. As a result, we have an ongoing joke-argument in which I tell him off for making me eat rubbish, and he protests that he only buys things because I keep eating them. I did consider being the one to fill the glove box for a change as my act for the day, but naturally there was no need since it had recently been re-stocked with Werther’s Originals and a packet of Jelly Babies. I settled instead for leaving a little message on the steering wheel for when he goes to work in the morning.


Now to try and prevent him from reading this blog and ruining the surprise…


Mary x