"Posting" It Forward!

Happy Pay It Forward Day!!

I found out about this lovely "holiday" approximately 3 minutes ago, but I'm bubbling over with excitement! What an awesome day. I only wish I would have known earlier.

Although I began placing Post-its before I knew about this day, they seem to go perfectly hand-in-hand.

I will direct you to the site so you can see it for yourself:

http://payitforwardday.com/

Go ahead! Take a few minutes and at least glance over it. There are all sorts of inspiring, wonderful links on this site. I definitely recommend watching a few of the videos if you have time. They give me hope for the world!

Pretty cool, huh? The movie that this day is based on (Pay It Forward) came out when I was younger and I do remember watching it on the couch with my mom. I couldn't have been older than 9, though, so my comprehension level was still being molded into the masterpiece that it is now! ;-) I think I need to rent that one again soon...

So awesome. I'm still glowing with happiness. It's like finding someone who has the same birthday as you... It just parallels the Post-it Effect so well.

Anyhoo, Thursday's Post-it went in the girls bathroom. (There are multiple bathrooms in our high school, so I promise I haven't totally littered just one with notes. Although, that'd be a very motivating bathroom...) It read, "Don't settle for less than your worth. (And that's a lot!)" I knew almost instantly that I wanted it to go in the girls bathroom, because settling for less seems to be all too prevalent in high school, especially for girls. Maybe that will encourage one girl to reevaluate a current situation or help prevent one in the future.

Well, I'm off to get a few productive things done for the night... Sleep being high on the list.

Have a great night and... Pay It Forward :-)

Meagan

A New Kind of Post-it

Hello, hello!

Oh gosh, it looks like I've made a habit out of posting later and later... Better than never, right? Just got a phone call from a good friend and found a very fun recipe to make, if that justifies my sluggish blogging...

Today's Post-it was... Different, to say the least. I may need to give you a little background before you completely understand my rash decision, but I'm confident that it was good.

Before I start explaining, I suppose I should let you know what the Post-it said, huh? :-) On a green sticky note, I wrote (Yes, MY handwriting!) a quote that has been on the mind the last few weeks.

"Live for today, but hold your hands open for tomorrow. There is a seed of God's love in every unpleasant situation in which you might find yourself."
- Barbara Johnson

To summarize as much as possible, I left the note on the desk of a teacher. It was very nonchalant and I actually dropped it right as I returned a pen to her jar at the bell. She was up walking around the classroom and (hopefully!) never actually saw me leave it.

Why her? Well, she's a temporary substitute while our original teacher is out for a new baby. I don't know very much about her, other than that she loves teaching and cares and awful lot. Being that she won't be in the classroom forever, I've noticed that kids seem to be pretty casual when it comes to being rude and disrespectful to her. Honestly, I don't even think you'd know that she might be upset by it. She's always smiling, encouraging, and helping.

I won't say she's perfect (Nobody is... Other than me, of course. Baha! Not.) But she's has put more into her sub position than she had to and is receiving less than desirable feedback.

As I said, this was a very quick choice, so using my own penmanship was a must. I'm not really worried about it. Even if she was able to pick out my handwriting, the thought of her breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing it makes it very worth it.

So, anyway, given the circumstances, I wasn't able to snap a picture, either... If you want, you can envision me frantically rounding up a sticky note, matching a colored marker to the Post-it, and copying the quote in my (Probably less than legible) handwriting. :-)

When I think about it, this is what the Post-it project is all about. And that makes me happy.

Good night to you!

Meagan

A Musical Message

Unfortunately, as a result of a very busy day/evening, I only have a few minutes to throw this up here! But... I'd never leave you hanging. You? Well, maybe I'm just talking about me... (And maybe Brittany.) Bahaha!

Really, though, just wanted to at least throw up a picture and let it be some sort of an encouragement. Although I sort of pulled this saying out the air, I later realized it was actually a song lyric I knew: There's Hope - India Arie

I would definitely suggest you check it out on YouTube or something, although I'll post the lyrics here so you can get an idea of the context of which I pulled today's Post-it message... Good stuff!

"There's Hope"

Back when I had a little
I thought that I needed a lot
A little was overrated,
but a lot was a little too complicated
You see, zero didn't satisfy me
A million didn't make me happy
That's when I learned a lesson
That it's all about your perception

Hey-are you a pauper or a superstar?
So you act, so you feel, so you are
It ain't about the size of your car
It's about the size of the faith in your heart

[Chorus:]
There's hope
It doesn't cost a thing to smile
You don't have to pay to laugh
You better thank God for that

There's hope

Off in the back country of Brazil
A met a young brother that made me feel
That I could accomplish anything.
You see just like me he wanted to sing
He had no windows and no doors
He lived a simple life and was extremely poor
On top of all of that he had no eye sight,
but that didn't keep him from seein' the light
He said, what's it like in the USA?,
and all I did was complain
He said livin' here is paradise
He taught me paradise is in your mind

Every time I turn on the T.V. (There's Hope)
Somebody's acting crazy (There's Hope)
If you let it, it will drive you crazy (There's Hope)
but I'm takin' back my power today (There's Hope)
Gas prices they just keep on rising (There's Hope)
The government they keep on lying
but we gotta keep on surviving
Keep living our truth and do the best we can do

Stand up for your rights
Keep shining your light
And show the world your smile

I heard this song while shopping in a Plato's Closet one weekend... Normally, I cannot stand loud, obnoxious store music (Plato's Closet always seems to be especially irritating) But I ended up looking up this song when I got home. Guess you gotta weed through the bad songs to find the good ones.

Alright, I'm off to do some homework as well as take my first breath of the afternoon. (Okay, just kidding, but it sort of feels that way!)

Have an awesome Wednesday!

Meagan

The best medicine

As you can see (Or maybe not... Had to use the camera on my phone due to battery failure in my real one!), Monday's Post-it said, "You are so beautiful. Feel better soon!"

Random? Definitely would have been if I hadn't put it in a hospital... But I did. In the bathroom, to be exact. I had an appointment for some irritating back pain and decided a hospital was the perfect place for a Post-it or two.

You know what I've come to realize? At the beginning, I was always looking for new sayings and new inspirations to put on the notes... But when I really think about it, new people are finding them all the time. So repeating a saying (God forbid I could say the same nice thing twice! So silly.) really isn't a bad thing... In fact, if those words are really that engraved into my heart, it's probably a really good thing.

I'd also like to add the Post-it was the best part about going the doctor this afternoon... Those little sticky notes seem to be the right remedy for everything.

G'night!

Meagan

Weekend Update

Hello lovely Reader!

This weekend was probably one of those where I should have split up my Saturday and Sunday posts—so, as a fair warning, if this becomes unbearably long, feel free to take a break. Hopefully I'll be able to keep the suspense alive... Or at least your interest.

Saturday was the dictionary definition of boring. For real. If you so happened to want to look up the word, you might find a picture of me in a printed pair of pajama pants sitting on the couch watching Grey's Anatomy re-runs. (I only watched one, though, I promise!) I do love the rain, but was a little upset that I couldn't spend anytime outside. So what does a girl do when she's beyond bored? Change her hair, of course! I made an appointment for 10:15 and slowly managed to throw myself together enough to be seen in public. (Although, I'm pretty comfortable with my hair-dresser.)

"What are we going to do today, Miss Meagan?"
"Hmm... Just a healthy trim and a few more layers, perhaps?"

(7 minutes and 4 conversations later...)

"You know what—I think I want to go a little shorter."
"Okay! I already took a little over an inch off. One more?"
"Let's go... three."

And there you have it—chopped. I'm sure those who notice will assure me that it really wasn't very much. But just like you always think your butt is bigger than it actually is, your hair always seems shorter to you than anyone else. I haven't decided if I like it yet, but it provided something for this girl to do!

Okay, okay, back to the Post-it... I drug my little sister to the salon with me and she decided to trim her mane while we were there, as well. Sometime during her cut, I decided to "go to the bathroom," when in reality, I remembered I was so fortunate enough to have a Post-it to place! I put in in the bathroom next to the mirror.

Sunday was a bit more enjoyable. Like last Sunday, I wanted to leave my Post-it somewhere at the church. Bathroom? I could be more original. Pew? A little too public for my conservative church. I went with a hymnal—personal, yet still open for possible discussion in the case of sharing the songbook with someone else. Might as well be a bulls-eye ;-) Bahaha.

And then, after writing and placing my purple Post-it, I looked to my right to see my younger sister (8-years-old, to be precise) start to draw on my pad of sticky notes that was previously stuck in my purse. Okay, I thought, she can doodle on a few, especially if she behaves that much longer.

When I looked back, she had written, "You are pretty." on the Post-it. My heart was doing a combination of a victory dance and wiping its tears of joy! I hadn't even engaged in any conversation with her about my Post-it project over the last two weeks, although I knew she had seen me write out several notes. Little did I know she had me all figured out... Rats :-)

I truly had fun placing Post-its this weekend. What a nice alternative to watching Grey's in the pj's (Not that I really get sick of Dr. McDreamy...) More productive, to say the least!

Well, I'm pooped. Just got home from grocery shopping a little bit ago... I've come to the conclusion that trying to really shop healthy is WAY harder than it should be. Now I'm off to go watch a high school theatre production and then hitting the hay early tonight! After a Grey's episode, of course... :-)

Meagan

Who, me?

Another week has come and gone...

Isn't is weird how some things seem to drag on and on, yet simultaneously fly by? Boggles my mind! Anyway, this week was sort of like that on this end, with some days lasting an eternity, yet still feeling like yesterday was Monday. Am I nuts? Don't answer that.

Today happened to be another photoless Post-it day. I stuck a note saying, "Have a little faith" on a random desk early on in the day... Never really heard anything more from it, but I suppose sometimes actions speak volumes.

However, I did have quite the run-in with some of my Post-it finders!

Today, at the lunch table, a friend walked over with a sticky note in her hand. Yes, it was one that had been placed (Who would have done that!?) in the girls bathroom earlier in the week. She said, "Meagan, did you do this?" And... Before we go any father... Any lies associated with this Post-it project don't really count, okay? Bahaha! I know that sounds silly, but it would lose all it's meaning if there was a face attached. So... I said, "No way! Where'd that come from?"

Before too long, there were several girls commenting on Post-its they had seen. One friend added, "Meagan, how have you NOT seen one? They're everywhere!"

As a disclaimer, I would have never thought that the Post-its were "everywhere!" In fact, I've only placed 10, one not even being in the school.

Regardless, I couldn't help smiling inside (I had to keep my clueless demeanor on the outside, of course.) They were noticing. And talking. And sharing what they had found.

I decided keeping my mouth shut, for the most part, was the best idea. I'm not the best of liars and would probably do more harm by trying to really play along with it.

Kinda cool, though, huh? If several of the girls, just sitting around the same table as me during lunch, have noticed the mysterious Post-its... Imagine the other people who have. So worth it.

We'll see how ambitious I'm feeling this weekend. Of course, I'll be placing two Post-its, but I'm not sure whether or not I'll just combine them on Sunday. We'll see...

Have a GREAT weekend!

Meagan

Trash = Gift... No, I'm not crazy!

Happy Earth Day!

Is it weird that this is definitely in my top 5 favorite holidays? I just like what it stands for, you know? Although, I suppose everyday should be Earth Day.

Subconsciously, today's Post-it was green—how appropriate! Anyway, it said, "Find your passion," and let me tell you, it took WAY longer than I thought it would to dot (color-coded rainbow, by the way!) the frame around it. It made for lots of extra Post-it bonding time.

I didn't really have any cool stories about the Post-it. I taped it to the mirror in the bathroom 7th hour and it was there at the end of the day, just begging for a picture!

I think the meaning hit me harder after I got home.

Because I have such an exciting, super-cool life for a high school girl, I decided to spend some time picking up trash along the highway I live on. It actually worked out perfect because, due to an annoying back injury, I've had to lay off the running the last few days (crushing, I know...), but walking was something I definitely could handle.

Anyway, 3 ticks, 4 dead animal carcases, zillions of flies, and 3 FULL garbage bags later... (And yes, there was still more out there. Ridiculous!)

I came to the conclusion that that is my passion. Or as much as I know about it right now... I guess I may still be growing in to it.

Have you found yours? Are you still looking? I believe that's one of the most important things to obtain in life—a passion—something you want to put your whole heart into. It's not an obligation, a chore, or a stressor... It's a gift every single day.

Sound like Gandhi much? Aristotle? Well, they were pretty smart guys... ;-)

Sleep tight, don't let the "side-of-the-road" bugs bite! Bahaha.

Meagan

The Good Kind of Allergy

Happy Wednesday!

Today's Post-it was taken another step farther—So exciting!

I "put together" my Post-it before school even began this morning. On a regular, manila sticky note, I put the words "Don't judge others... Or yourself" with a few colorful designs behind it. I didn't have any placement for the Post-it picked out ahead of time and decided to kind of fly by the seat of my pants for the rest of the day...


By 7th hour, I decided it was about time I got to it. Would anyone even see it this late in the day? Better late than never, as they say. So I ran to the girl's bathroom and placed the Post-it on the paper towel dispenser. I figured someone would be going to the bathroom within the next few hours... If they have a bladder like mine, anyway. (Bahaha!)

Well, get this—While walking down the hallway, not even an hour later, that same colorful little sticky note caught my eye. There it was, taped to a random locker in the freshman hallway.

This is a historic (Is that pushing it?) moment in The Post-it Effect project. Someone moved the sticky note to a new location. I, personally, don't know who or why they moved the Post-it... But hey, they noticed it, right? They took the time to peel if off, repel any urge to throw it away, and physically put it in a different place. And I can only imagine that through all this manual labor, they merely glanced at the encouraging reminder on the note...

Maybe they giggled at themselves as they relocated some stranger's note! Maybe they admired the idea and quickly went to go plant one of their own. (And these Post-it "plants" do NOT give out the same irritating side effectst of normal spring allergies... I promise!) Oh the possibilities...

I love it!

Have a fantastic evening,

Meagan

Even when it doesn't shine...

Hi there,

Today's weather here in Wisconsin was AMAZING. It felt so good to go outside during class periods, drive with the windows all down, and need to put my hair up for the sake of being comfortable. Needless to say, in accordance with today's Post-it, the beautiful sunshine also served as a realization on my part...

Tuesday's Post-it read something I think I know all too well... Firsthand. It said, "There is beauty in imperfection."

In a world that rewards success, winning, and perfection in general, it's beyond easy to get left behind. Consider a C+ instead of an A+? Not good enough. Be a (healthy) size 7 jeans instead of a double 0? Not small enough. Get second in your race instead of 1st? Not fast enough. Wear the wrong color with your skin complexion? Might as well find new friends.

However, more often than not, you won't always be first, the best, or the smartest. So what? You are beautiful just the way you are. And so am I. It even feels funny to type! I'm beautiful... Just... The way I am? Whaaat? But it's true.

So regardless if everyday is as lovely as today, I'm going to try to remember that beauty can be found in the clouds, the rain, and even the storms... Who knows—I could stumble upon a rainbow.

Good night to you!

Meagan

Short & Sweet

Dear Reader,

Be fearless. That is one of my favorite things to say, to think about, and to strive for... Be fearless. Although it really would be nice to be able to take a shower and not need to call my brother to get the spider out of the sink, when I close my eyes and think of fearless I see so much more.

I picture always, always, always standing firm in what I believe in and everything I say. I imagine never hesitating to help a stranger or pick up a piece of trash. It makes me want to defy every single voice that has ever shushed the goodness that I (or anyone else, for that matter) hold in my heart. I'm encouraged to break the mold of any box that I may be categorized into...

It makes me want to be, without the judgemental static of the world, ME. And I pray that whoever found my orange Post-it above the junior hallway drinking fountain sees this is their own heart, as well.

Over and out,

Meagan

B-E-A-utiful!

I hope that this post finds you enjoying a very lovely Sunday afternoon! After a very full day at church, I came home, changed, and was out on the porch with a book within 15 minutes of walking in the door. The sun is shining and people are all out and about. So lucky to have such nice weather in April... (Knock on wood!)

As you can tell (or maybe not), I didn't post anything yesterday. I'm sure the person that it effected the most was me, who now is emotionally attached to this little experience-sharing venue. But I didn't get my Post-it out until late Saturday evening and decided that maybe just a "weekend" Post-it status update would suffice.

I thought I had Saturday's Post-it all figured out. I needed to stop for gas and decided I would slip the note somewhere in the convenience store while I was there. However, subconsciously, I ended up riding with a friend and accidentally forgot all about my gas station stop. Our destination seemed less than desirable for my Post-it at that moment. We were headed to the high school for a school activity night. I was a little upset with myself at first because I was anxious to hide the Post-it outside of the school building. It ended up working out just fine, though—in fact, I was very satisfied with my Post-it's final placement.

I put it in a single-subject, lime green notebook. The notebook was neatly placed on a prize table put together for a game of Bingo. Along with dozens of other notebooks, snacks, t-shirts, sports equipment, and DVDs, I quickly (and secretively!) opened the notebook to a random page placed it there. Someone would eventually walk up, adrenaline rushing through their entire body from yelling "BINGO!!" just seconds before, and take that notebook home with them, completely unaware of the Post-it inside...

Today's Post-it acted as a stress-reliever for the girl who wrote it out and placed it. (That's me!) There was a very large Sunday School program that the kids presented at both services today. Only three of my sixteen 4th grade students ended up showing up for it and they just so happened to have been in a very rambunctious, crazy, "I'm not going to listen to anything you have to say!" kind of mood. Anyway, we made it through the first service without any major break-downs, tears, or arguments—that includes the 4th graders and me ;-)

In between services was when I found some time to place my sticky note. I scribbled the words "You are beautiful" onto a purple note and put it in the ladies restroom. Normally, I would have refrained from using my own handwriting to keep things as anonymous as possible, but I realized that there are very few people that could pick out my handwriting at church—especially compared to school. Besides that, I do really like the personality and humanity that handwriting a Post-it can convey, so when I feel comfortable I think I'll try to use my own penmanship from now on...

Well, there you have it. Along with beautiful weekend weather, my weekend Post-its were both reminders of beauty, and I know for sure that they fell into the hands of two beautiful people...

Enjoy your day! You deserve it :-)

Meagan

A Week in Review

Happy, happy Friday!

Fridays just feel good, don't they? It's always nice to come to a break in your work schedule, school days, or just general chaos that a Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursday can bring.

Okay, not all Mondays are bad. And not all Fridays are completely peachy, but regardless, finishing a week is a way to measure our successes, our growth, and even the mistakes we'll eventually learn from. Or on this end, the Post-its that (hopefully!) fell into the right hands.

Friday's Post-it (A salmon/orangey color that read, "Don't be fooled—You. Are. Worth. It." ended up on one of the cafeteria lunch tables. I know, I know, not so personal, right? Let me explain—I decided on this spot, in hopes that it would reach multiple people at the same time. What sort of chit-chats could this encouragement spark? Would those kids learn something new about one of their friends? Would they acknowledge the note and possibly create their own small acts of kindness?

To tell you the truth, I don't know what those boys did with it. I had initially thought it was a table in which a large majority of girls sat at, but was proved wrong when I walked into the cafeteria at 11:30. Oh well—whether or not those 6-7 boys actually made a conversation out of it, I might never know, but maybe just one of them took it to heart. And that's a good enough number for me.

Week #1 of The Post-it Effect is winding down... I will still be placing notes over the weekend and have yet to decide where! All I know is that my last 5 days would have been a whole lot less enjoyable, meaningful, and even suspenseful, had I not been writing Post-its. I can only hope 5 other people feel the same way.

"To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived... This is to have succeeded."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

T.G.I.F :-)

Meagan

Life's Checklist

Hello, hello!

I'm sitting down to write this post in our guest bedroom watching the sun set. It's about 10 minutes to 7:00, but feels much earlier due to the wonderful sunshine. A big glass of ice water to my right and the window on my left, I can breathe. Do you ever feel like you could just be in one place, doing something you enjoy for days on end? That's sort of how I feel right now. So lovely.

Unfortunately, I do not have a picture of today's Post-it. After positioning it at the beginning of the day, it was gone by the time I got around to snapping a shot!

Now, I'd like to believe that someone picked it up and now has it taped to the front of their 5-subject notebook. Is this realistic? It could be. Is there a chance some immature, high school boy pulled it off and tossed it in the garbage? Yes, that's possible, too. But I think I'll just pretend it got to who it was suppose to.

The yellow note said, "Brush your teeth. Wear sunscreen. And don't forget to dream." I decorated it with two yellow stars and a few simple leaves. (I must've been feeling a little "green.") Maybe whoever picked it up will go through that mental checklist sometime during their life... Maybe.

As far as my current checklist goes:

• Post-it for the day—check
• Survive another day of high school—check
• Squeeze in some good hang time with a friend—check
• Nice, long run—check
• Write down a few of my own dreams—check (So very good. Do try it!)
• Do some laundry, cleaning, and other general housework—Ugh... Better start somewhere! :-)

Have a fantastic night and sweet dreams!

Meagan

1, 2, 3...

Today presented a new dilemma for my Post-it hiding self.

Where to hide it?

I began to pace back and forth throughout my indecisive mind, worrying over who really needed encouragement for the day and where they'd be most likely to find it. What should be done almost by impulse, I was allowing myself to get worked up over. Silly, silly me! After careful contemplation, I realized that it doesn't matter where I leave the sticky note. If someone is meant to find it, they will find it. Don't let me forget that, okay? They will find it, they will find it, they will find it...

Today's Post-it read "You ARE enough. I promise." It was framed on pink paper and Scotch-taped it to a drinking fountain. I've included a picture of the sticky note (kudos to a good friend, Brittany, for this idea. She'll probably come up multiple times throughout these posts—my favorite partner in crime!) Hopefully this will allow you to get a sense of how simple, down-to-earth, and yet impacting one of these little gifts can be.

Oh, yeah—the title for today's post, "1, 2, 3..." not only represents my third Post-it, but also is a good symbol for my job as the 'Post-it leaver.' (Proper English? I think not.) Picking spots to dispense the sticky notes serves almost as a game of hide-and-seek. On my end, I'm the hider. And on someone else's end, who doesn't even know it yet, they're the seeker. Does that make sense? It does in my head, but that's coming from the girl who is virtually talking to herself. :-)

It's true, this project may look like an endless Easter egg hunt, but I'd like to believe that this Easter Bunny can touch a heart with something a bit more long-term than jelly beans and new socks.

Have a "hoppy" Wednesday evening,

(Was that a step too far? Maybe I need to take a nap... Ha.)

Meagan

Day 2

Happy Tuesday!

I can't promise a post everyday, but I was quite eager to come home and drop a few lines. I'm liking this blogging thing... Which may put me on the verge of schizophreic for the time being—but oh well!

So far, I've placed two Post-it notes.

The first encouragement is almost a complete blur. I scribbled the words "You are beautiful (just the way you are!)" on a yellow Post-it, before putting it in the girl's bathroom. I literally put it there at approximately 2:15—and got wind of it by the end of the day. Crazy how quick news travels! Anyhoo, at the end of the day (no pun intended) I learned that I cannot handwrite my little nuggets of love, because in a school of 500, someone is bound to trace it back. So from here on out, I'll be typing my phrases and taping them on a Post-it—any design, however, is my own artisit touch ;-)

The second leaving was not quite as eventful. A green note saying, 'Don't stop believing!' is now stuck to a printer in one of the four computer labs. I wonder who has seen it...

Okay, so two sticky notes hasn't quite changed the mindset of the entire high school... But it was enough to get a few people talking, possibly initiate a few smiles, AND gave me something to look forward to all day long. Mission: accomplished.

I'm off to flip through the newest Oprah magazine that made it's way to my door step today—looks like a good one!

Until next note,

Meagan

And the journey begins...

ef·fect [ih-fekt] –noun

meaning or sense; purpose or intention;

accomplishment; result; outcome

Dear Reader,

I think that's just me right now! Bahaha. Maybe I should have addressed it to myself for the time being... But if you're out there somewhere and happened to have stumbled across this premature blog, welcome!

Blogging is new on this end. I've been a journaler, but never given much thought to sharing my thoughts—especially with the world-wide web! I am here now, though, and I suppose that's all that matters.

I won't claim to lead the most entertaining life, but do take what you can from my quirky, sometimes humorous, and always cheesy adventure. You may find I have little to share personally, but I suppose that's why this blog isn't about me...

Giving props to a fellow blog, Operation Beautiful (a MUST-see, by the way!), I've adopted a new challenge. Until further notice, I am leaving Post-it notes in my small town everyday. What's on my Post-it note, you might ask? Well, not mischievous forms of cheating or girly gossip... But love. Hope. Encouragement. Motivation. Through short phrases, words, and quotes, I will be dropping positive notes in random locations, in hopes that they land in the hands of those who need them. It sounded small to me, too, at first. But have you seen iPods these days? Or cell phones? Remarkable things can come is ironically small packages.

What's in it for me? Nothing, yet. Maybe not ever. This movement is simply a way to lift the stressors of any normal day for, at least, the few seconds someone glances at a Post-it. I don't expect any sort of feedback and actually prefer to stay as anonymous as possible. I can tell you, however, that I am entertaining the idea that these small acts of kindess could start a chain reaction. Maybe those who receive my unexpected, mysterious gift will be moved to pass it on—and that is enough for me.

As this first post entitles, here starts my journey. I have no time limits, expectations, or general checking points. I may find myself to be the only person that ever scans these words. But I've come to the conclusion that this blog will be used soley to record my growth through this project and maybe, just maybe, become a ripple effect of love.

May that person in need find their sticky note at the perfect time. One a day, everyday.


Good night!