My fingers are on the keyboard.
I punch out the subject heading on the email:
“It’s high time – long overdue.”
She’s a functional partner that supports our team. I don’t know how long she’s been in the role. (Red-faced)
“Hi! Not sure why today and not yesterday, or a year ago, or two.”
She’s steady, effective. The antithesis of flamboyant. And she’s there. Always There.
“Just wanted to say thank you for your support…”
She doesn’t interrupt. She’s a listener. And, professional, responsive and conscientious.
“You care. It’s obvious in everything you touch…”
I proof re-read, pause, and then add:
“Have a good weekend…”
My finger hovers over the ENTER key.
A surge of warmth fills my chest.
I set my smartphone down, and wait.
And here it comes,
zipping through the wires,
and led by the incoming notification:
“What a lovely way to start the weekend. It’s difficult to describe how much your kind words are appreciated…”
Gratitude for Gratitude.
60 seconds, ok, maybe 75 seconds to compose.
The trade, a disproportionate gift in my favor.
Human to Machine to Human to Machine to Human.
We live in the word.¹
- Inspired by Elizabeth Alexander, Power and Possibility: Essays, Reviews, and Interviews: “We live in the word. And the word is precious, and the word must be precise, and the word is one of the ways we have to reach across to each other, and … it has to be tended with that degree of respect… I believe that life itself is profoundly poetic, in all sorts of … guises and unexpected places.”¹
- Alexander quote: Brainpickings
- Painting by Kristina Alisauskaite (Lithuania) titled Don’t Ask VIII.
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