Doing my part to make the world a better place—whether it be by a total epiphany or a simple smile—I've found a hobby in leaving simple Post-it notes. On these Post-its are written words of kindess, love, and encouragement, in hopes that it may bring a little light to whoever may find it. Since this objective took flight, I've additionally enjoyed simply sharing daily occurances that make life beautiful. Do take what you can from my silly, messy, and scatterbrained story. If nothing else, may it encourage you to embrace your own.
To read more on my optimistic endeavor, check out my introductory post here.

Looking to join the team of fearless Post-it cadetes? Send a picture and your story to doll.meagan@gmail.com. Happy posting!

Monday, May 10, 2010

A Close Call

Oh my goodness! I've been so anxious to come home and blog ALL DAY LONG...

Actually, that is a lie. I became exceptionally anxious at approximately 2:30 PM today, not to say that I don't normally look forward to blogging, though. Between classes, I had a friend—the SAME girl who had confronted me about the Post-its a few weeks ago (See "Who, me?" from my April posts!)—give me quite the run for my money!

Gaaah! I getting all giddy even thinking about it... I'll try to keep my composure long enough to get the story out! Are you excited? You should be!

Okay, so as I was saying, between classes a girlfriend of mine casually said, "Are you sure you're not the one putting those sticky notes up? I think you are!" Of course, I played dumb.

"There's more?" I said, sounding totally shocked.

"Yeah! They're all over. I can't believe you haven't seen them," She said quite suspiciously.

I asked her what they said/looked like. (Baha! So funny... Because I already know! Pressure's on.)

She described my orange Post-it from last Thursday. It read "Take a breather." She pin-pointed it PERFECTLY. Although, then she sort of blew it by telling me that it looked just like my handwriting. I couldn't argue because "I didn't know anything about it," but that saying was typed and printed off the computer. Must've been a quick glance...

She also told me that it had "my kind of smiley face" on it. Is it weird that my friends know exactly what MY kind of smiley face looks like? I suppose not, but it's unfortunate given the circumstances right about now!

I joked around and told her that I didn't do it, so she must be clearly mistaken on what kind of smiley faces I make... After all, what kind of friend doesn't know their own friend's smiley face!? Seems obvious, don't you think? ;-)

And then, to change the subject as quickly as possible because I was loosing ground
quickly, I found the first person I could start a conversation with (Yes, that was you, Britt!) And my observant Post-it finder never said another word after that.

Talk about a close call, huh? Ooofda! I would be lying if I said I didn't totally love it, though. Everywhere. That was the word she used. Have I really placed that many? It doesn't seem it like at all... Those little Post-its seem so small to me, but apparently others are picking up on it.

Two things I learned today:

1.) People are seeing the notes. That's relieving. And rewarding. And just... exciting! I like those reminders every once in awhile. But not all the time... My anxiety went through the roof!

2.) No more smileys. I'm not sure if I'll be able to handle that! Maybe I'll change how they look...? Yeah, we'll try that.


Anyhoo, that was enough comotion for today. Although, I did come home, took a run, and am in the midst of a new baking project! Fun, fun.

Have a fabulous night!

Meagan

1 comment:

  1. Eek! This gives me little butterflies when I picture you in this situation. But I LOVE knowing that I served as an escape for a near catastrophe! That's it-- no more smiley faces for you.

    P.S. What new baking project? I'm eager to hear about it, either on here or at school.

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