Earlier this week I may have left you the impression that I am an ungrateful twit for making fun of a gift I received for Christmas. I assure you, I am not an ungrateful twit. Quite the opposite, I sent a gracious thank you card for that ridiculous gift the day after Christmas.
But even more proof are the tears that threatened to well in my eyes Wednesday when I went into my newest workplace to find gifts waiting for me from both of my coworkers. I have worked just two half days a week with them for only the last four months. Yet, they both got me the most perfect, generous, thoughtful gifts.
While the gifts were amazing, it was the thought that absolutely blew me away. They picked out gifts that were totally me. They got "me". I love trying to do that for others - trying to find something that they can really use, like or appreciate. Something that fits their personality. It was really amazing to be on the receiving end of that.
But the true gift was the realization of how blessed I felt to be in a workplace where I don't mind going to work, the people smile and laugh and have fun, and I feel genuinely welcome and appreciated.
It's been a long time since I've felt that, and I am welcoming the feeling with open arms.