I stopped blogging....and I had been doing a good job of updating somewhat frequently! I did that thing where I was like, ok. I'll update regularly once I finish renovating my room/design my header/design my website, etc...
Silly Teri. Trix are for kids. It's never going to happen so I might as well blog and get out some of my crazy to keep from imploding.
Yesterday I was missing my T.G.I.F. euphoria. I was distracted and worrying, way too in my own head and I did a couple of errands before taking the subway home. As I was at Keele station, my phone rang. Now, usually I don't have my ringer on b/c I turn it off at work and neglect to turn it back on at all let alone right after work but for some reason, that day I did. So I picked up at one of the few stops where I can actually get reception underground and at first it sounded like it was a telemarketer asking for "Miss or Mrs...blah blah blah" and I nearly hung up b/c I was feeling so drained; too drained to be polite to a telemarketer.It turns out I had left my work journal next to the back machine near my work downtown and some LOVELY person found it, looked at my number inside and called to return it!! I didn't even know it was missing! I had a freak out b/c I don't think there's anything (inanimate) that I value more at the moment! We had decided to meet later in the evening so I could retrieve my prized possession but I later decided I couldn't bear worrying about it for a moment longer so I went to go meet my savior back downtown even though I had been on the subway for an hour already.
You may think I'm making a big deal over a ratty journal and don't be mistaken, this isn't a "Dear Diary...I had a bad day..blah blah blah...I have a crush on..blah blah blah..." bullshit journal. I had read in Sagmeister's book Made You Look that the one of the smartest things he ever did in business was keep a work journal. For those of you not familiar with design rockstars he is one of them and I admire him and his work so started my own work journal. It literally has my LIFE in it! Everything; my ideas, names of creatives I admire, things I aspire to be, goals, dreams, hopes, fears, names of people I've met & want to meet, numbers, dates!!!! Everything relevant to who I am; how I see myself. I couldn't live w/o being creative; expressing myself, and this little nondescript book is an extension of my overfull mind. It has ALL my uncensored CRAZY in it. Have I impressed upon you how essential it is to me yet?
I was SO unbelievably grateful to this stranger for returning it to me! So thankful that a less morally sound person didn't find it and vandalize it and scatter the pages throughout the streets of Toronto. I shudder at the thought! So I get on the subway for another hour to get to the Eaton Centre where this good samaritan is, we shall call her J. I just kept thinking it was unavoidable for her to not look through the pages of my brain and even less avoidable for her to realize that I'm certifiably insane after reading the nonsensical things that go through my brain by the second. I wouldn't have blamed her for leaving it w/ a cashier or somewhere else so she wouldn't have to meet me face-to-face but there in the fiction section of Indigo, we met.
Not only did she return my prized possession to me, she was ridiculously sweet and understood my crazy! It turned out that J mistook my ramblings for genius saying that her friends and she were all intimidated to meet me and told her she'd need a dictionary to be able to understand what I was saying, based on the writings in my book! She gave me too much credit but I loved her all the same for it. Made. My. Day. Not only was she an example of human goodness for returning my book for no other reason than to be a decent person, but she inspired me to improve myself by saying that I inspired her! Nothing feels better than that. There is no bigger compliment to me than for someone to say that I inspire them! It is humbling. It makes me want to be the person they think I am.
So this entry is really about thanks. Thank you J for finding and returning my journal. Thank you for inspiring me. Thankyouthankyouthankyou (I am not exaggerating how much I value this book). I owe you a cookie. Enjoy the Philippines!
xo
T
p.s. I clutched that journal my my chest for about an hour after it's return!
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