What made me start this blog you may ask?
I've worked at a fast food restaurant for the past 2 years, and it literally was sucking away my soul. I wasn't happy like I used to be, and I was way more over tight than I had ever been in my life. There were days I hated going to work, more than the day before, sometimes I would actually cry before going. One could blame it on my irregular hormones, but honestly I wasn't happy. I just wasn't.
I can't understand why anyone would WANT to work at a fast food restaurant. You're not serving people good food, you're serving them fast fatty deep fried, 2 hour old food. This is all my opinion, before I forget to mention that. I don't want to offend people who do enjoy working at a fast food restaurant, but honestly? You're not really making a good contribution to this messed up world. You're just helping make it worse. I felt like a drug dealer, and people are addicted to fast fatty foods and extra large pops with salty greasy fries. I hated asking if they wanted two deep fried apple pies to go along with that Big triple sandwich and over large fries and pop they already had ordered. I felt like I was encouraging people to eat unhealthy, to make bad choices, to not care about their health. It made me feel like a bad human being just to work at a fast food restaurant. Yet again, these are my personal opinions, and how I personally felt working at a fast food restaurant.
I recently got a new job, and I love it!! So much it got two exclamation marks in the previous sentence.I work in a group home setting, where I assist individuals with developmental disabilities with their daily lives. I've only worked there for a little close to two months, but I love it so much! I feel like I'm making a difference in the world, even if its a local difference, it's still a positive change.
This is the first time in my life that I've felt proud of what I'm doing. I personally have a history of low self esteem, over thinking which leads to bad thoughts. I all so have experienced insecurity issues, abandonment issues, and all so a short history of self injury. Something that I'm not proud of and something I'll go into greater detail in a later blog...
It feels great to see a smile on someones face, knowing that you're the reason behind it.
I believe in pay it forward.
pay it forward: when someone does a good dead for you, instead of paying them back, pay it forward by doing a good deed for someone else.
So what are you waiting for?
Go out there and pay it forward.
You don't necessarily have to run to your local coffee shop on the corner and pay for a total stranger's double-tall ginger snap latte.
There's many ways to pay it forward...
Tip your restaurant server generously.
Hold open the door for someone.
Compliment a stranger walking down the street.
Put a quarter in someone else's meter that's about to expire.
Smile at someone who's sad.
Burn a cd of your favorite songs, and give it to a random stranger.
Leave your favorite book somewhere for someone to find to enjoy.
Teach a child something you wish you knew at that age.
Let someone cut infront of you at the grocery store, or at a restaurant.
Help a pregnant lady.
Help the elderly.
Give a homecooked meal to a homeless person.
Or even an old winter coat of your's that's just laying around.
So many ways to make a difference in someone else's life.
It's up to you to decide how.
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