Kind Lifestyle- Week 4 Reflection Post

I have to be honest, I don’t get out much these days. This past month I’ve been at home with my 18 month old and loving every minute. The majority of my efforts have been focused at home which is a very important place to ensure that kindness overflows. I’ve noticed that I’ve made great strides in the kindness department at home. I try to be courteous and considerate of the wants, needs, and desires of those in my household. I try to be thoughtful, understanding, sympathetic and empathetic. I choose to be encouraging and supportive over critical or judgemental. I try to understand things from their point of view. I don’t always succeed and there are times that repeating myself to my 7 year old irritates me, her whining annoys me, or I’m just having an “off” day (or week in this case). I’m only human and I do my part to try to make sure there is harmony, love and peace in the house.

On the occasions I did get out of the house, I realized I didn’t have to make an extra effort to be kind. I normally smile and greet strangers, I engage in conversation with those that attend me in stores, I am friendly and polite to those I come across. There was an instance at the bank that showed me that kindness has become a major part of my lifestyle. I needed to pull some money but the only ATM in the town I live in was down for repairs and I had no choice but to wait in line. Though it wasn’t long, I knew it would take a while before my turn would come up. I thought I’d be cutting it close to pick my daughter up from school on time but with the ATM down I had no choice but to wait in line to pull money otherwise the bank would be closed by the time I got her. So I was patient in line, didn’t huff, puff or check the time. I smiled at those that came in after me even though I felt like pacing and tapping my foot to show my impatience. I didn’t let my 18 month old’s tired cry unnerve me, an older man even came up to us and helped me try to entertain her. She was amused by the novelty of this new face and settled watching him try to make her laugh. I didn’t let myself get frazzled by the situation even though the teller engaged in conversation laughing and taking time away from me getting to where I needed to be on time. I realized she was just doing her job and not letting the impatient line get to her.


I was a couple of minutes late to pick my daughter up from school but her class still hadn’t come out so it didn’t matter. That’s when I realized how beneficial my attitude was not only to be kind to the teller who had no control over the ATM situation, but for myself. Had I gotten all worked over the inconvenience of the ATM being down, it would have put me in a bad mood for a the next part of the day. My daughter wouldn’t know why I was in such a bad mood picking her up and it wouldn’t have made for a very pleasant way to greet her after her day. Instead I let my temporary frustration stay at the bank and enjoyed the brisk walk to the school. I smiled at people I passed by, had a lovely conversation with my daughter about her day and continued on about my day.

This doesn’t seem like much but the person I was a few years ago would not have handled that situation the same way. Irrational as it may seem, I would have been in a bad mood, probably wouldn’t have been mean to the teller but not consciously kind either. I would have been in a sour mood for a good portion of the day which would have spoiled the day for those around me. It’s funny how the little choices can have such a big impact on your day and of those around you. Even though I have a long way to go, participating in this challenge helps me see how far I’ve come and that’s such a great thing to realize!

Please remember, this is my personal reflection. To pingback (link) to the reflection post of week 4, please click here.

15 Replies to “Kind Lifestyle- Week 4 Reflection Post”

  1. Isn’t it amazing how our simple actions or reactions affect the way we feel and can ultimately affect the whole course of our day and everyone around us. Lovely reflection Niki. xo

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  2. Your last paragraph tells the story really. Realising who we were and deciding to change things. Balance and once you see that it can spiral everywhere. Even laundry kindness 🙃

    Lovely post Niki…thank you for sharing your thoughts once more 😊

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    1. It is, it’s being mindful, accepting and aware. Sometimes it’s easy to get caught up in the little irritations of life but it feels really good to learn how to just let things go 🙂 I hope you’re having a great weekend 🙂

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  3. This is great Niki! I love the part where you describe what the scenario would have been, had you chosen a different course. And you’re right, it is a choice.
    Some of us are slow to learn the lesson, others never do. So I guess we should be thankful we did! 😌

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    1. Thanks for reading CJ. I’m one to learn the hard way, sometimes slow and painful sometimes it’s a marathon…I have many lessons to learn yet but it’s nice to realize I have made some progress and be gentle with myself 😉


  4. I LOVE this!

    When my kids were 7 and 10, we were planning to visit their best friends, who live in central New Jersey. It’s not far from Philadelphia, and my son had been wanting to see the Liberty Bell, so I did some advance research on that and Independence Hall, and, on the hot end of July day before my birthday, we went. We parked on Market Street, not far from Ben Franklin’s print shop. The signage was a bit confusing, but the electronic meter allowed me to purchase a stub, so I assumed all was well, and we went on to take in first Independence Hall, and then the bell.

    When we got back to the car, hot, sweaty, and just wanting to get to our friends’ home about an hour away….

    The car was GONE!

    I didn’t know it it had been lost, or stolen. I didn’t know who to call or talk to.It would have been easy to lose it, to snap at the kids for their fears and balkiness in the heat and uncertainty. I’m not saying I handled those things perfectly, but I had the realization that I was the grown-up here, scared as I was, and I was the one who needed to keep it together and figure out how we were going to handle this.

    We eventually walked back to the square, found a security guy, and, maybe because I made a point to be kind to him, he not only called the impound yard for us (yup, the car was there), but also pointed us to a Dairy Queen where we could get a treat to ease the heat and fear that must have been rather obviously wearing on us, and the corner where we could catch a taxi.

    The taxi driver was interesting, and we chatted the entire way to the yard, which, as it turns out, was famous for being part of a reality TV show!

    Getting the car back was a tedious affair made more so by not having the proper insurance documentation, and needing to have it faxed over from our insurance company. I was stressed about the fee, so called my Accomplice to explain what had happened. He assured me that our balance would cover the expenses, and I thanked him rather profusely, after apologizing for my blunder.

    I was mindfully kind and cheerful to the staff at the yard. Several other people were there during the time we were, and every one of them was hostile to the employees. I’ve had several service jobs, and I knew that these weren’t the folks who had towed my car (and, even if they had been, they were doing their job, so they weren’t to blame.) I watched these people respond in a matter-of-fact but polite way to angry vehicle owners, and I wanted to help make their lives just a bit easier, while also not compounding what was already a tense and time-consuming situation, and setting an example for my children of how one ought to treat people whose job is to attend to them, even in stressful moments.

    I was polite, and friendly. I met the eyes of the women who helped me, and even cracked a joke or two (no promises about the quality of said jokes.)

    And they thanked me. For just being nice. They said that they’d never seen anyone in such a good mood when their car had just been impounded.

    But, really, what would being angry and unpleasant have accomplished. Like you said about your bank experience, it would have just added to the already tricky situation, and left me with a lingering bad mood. Instead, we got on our way thrilled to be reunited with our car and our belongings, and hopefully left a little sunshine lingering behind us. =)


  5. This is a great lesson! It’s something that I’ve been trying to work on in the last year or so. I’m not an unfriendly person, by any means, but I tend to be more introverted and just not mindful of engaging with people around me. I have an irrational fear of small talk and figured it was easier to just avoid eye contact than to smile and hold a 30 second conversation with someone. Everyone has their “stuff” they’re going through, and everyone has to make the choice to let it get to them or to let it pass and move on. I’m realizing getting over it, smiling, and moving onto the next thing is far better for my overall health than driving myself crazy. Thanks for sharing your story!

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    1. Awww I’m sorry that you’re struggling with that. What benefits have you found by smiling at people that pass by you? What good things have you noticed by making eye contact with others around you? How do you think it can make someone feel for you to notice their name on their nametag and say bye to them addressing them by their name as they leave the store? No pressure to answer, just things to consider as you continue to work on smiling your way through the day 🙂

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