I was hanging around work last night. Trying to get a few things done – even when I know nothing is ever really “done”……
And the night janitor came by. He was taking a very long time to clean the whiteboard near my desk – a large whiteboard covering almost the entire wall upon which I write every few days – not work things, but all sorts of quotes to make myself think and feel and breathe. And quotes to which some people recently have started to reply – writing their own thoughts near the quotes. It’s a little quiet communal activity, my own personal version of the employee garden.
Finally, the janitor turned around to my work station – where I was one of the only people left – and told me that he looks forward to reading the quotes every evening. He told me that sometimes he even writes them down so he can share them with his wife and children. He said it was inspirational to read them. He wondered if I knew who put them there.
I was so pleased to tell him it was me and I thanked him for his gratitude.
Honestly, I haven’t felt this good about words in a very long time.