my first day back at work after christmas was rough.
we both had just had an entire week off which normally would be amazing, but i had just felt really alone. we were sticking to a tighter budget and had no plans to go anywhere. plus, who can top last year’s christmas break? as much as i love my flynn rider, a week cooped up in a small apartment would make anyone antsy.
more than anything i think i really needed a change.
four years was the longest i’d ever been in one place, at the same job, in the same ward and living with the same roommate in the same apartment. (and let’s face it, my roommate and i are kind of stuck with each other!) so i headed in to work that january morning less than enthusiastic, and quickly, it veered into one of those days where you hide in the bathroom and cry and consider running to your car and driving home never to return.
since fleeing wasn’t really an option – i hatched a plan. a friendly friday plan. i compiled little known facts about each of my coworkers and found corresponding gifts ranging from the home-made variety to $3 tops. i made a schedule, and every friday a different co-worker would be the target.
my whole focus changed.
someone once said in a church lesson that we do a good job of caring for one another and offering relief and service around the milestones associated with life; death, birth, illness, marriage… but it’s the small, oft-times insignificant barricades that we so easily overlook. it’s the wrestling we do privately that no one ever sees. it’s in those dark hours we need someone to strengthen our weak hands and confirm our feeble knees.
miraculously, friendly friday did that for me.
as i prepared to surprise a different co-worker weekly, i looked forward to friday. i thought about them throughout the week and began liking, if not loving, them on a different level. i anticipated their response of thanks addressed to the entire office.
in a small way i was putting off darkness for light.