I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what it is that sets my soul on fire. When am I truly happy. It hit me today.
I am at my happiest when I am helping people. That is what sets my soul on fire. It doesn’t matter how big or small the task is, so long as I’m helping in some way.
Today a coworker came to my cubical, sat down and apologized to me for being so short the last couple of days. She wanted me to know that it had nothing to do with me and that she has just been very upset. I told her I didn’t take it personally and that she had nothing to apologize for. She explained her situation and I told her to try not to take it personally. How that person is treating her has nothing to do with her, it is not a reflection of her, but rather a reflection of the other person.
After work, I stopped at Target to get a few things (it’s like my second home). I needed paper towels, but didn’t want the big packs, I just wanted the two pack. Well, the two packs were on the top shelf and nearly gone. I had to stand on the bottom shelf to reach the two pack. I placed one two pack in my cart and then a lady, probably in her 70s, asked if I could reach another one for her. I told her I absolutely could. I grabbed a second one for her, handed them to her, she thanked me and we went on our separate ways.
Both of the above situations filled me with happiness.
You’d be hard pressed to find something I truly love about myself, but I do love that helping people is what makes me happiest, it’s what sets my soul on fire. I love that about me.