It’s been a busy week with the opening of my show. I leave home early and come home well past bedtime. I am pouring everything I have into my job and helping these kids and my co-worker succeed. I am sacrificing sleep and energy for this… only 5 more performances left. I can’t say that I am going out of my way to find people who need a little kindness. I just listen when someone needs a listening ear. I fix costumes. I fix set pieces. I fix sound issues. I encourage. I try to uplift. In some ways, I feel bad that I can’t do more. However, I just can’t run faster than I have strength for. I am grateful that my husband is keeping up with the laundry and the groceries. I am thankful that my oldest daughter and her husband are keeping up with the meals and the cleaning of the kitchen. I am thankful that my youngest daughter is cheerfully pushing through a couple tough weeks. And I’m thankful that my son is now home and is willing to be a taxi and to bring a few laughs to my stressful days. So, in all, the acts of kindness are not something I am doing… they are things others are doing for me.