I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain.
Jonathan Carroll  (via theremina)

balancingegoasaleo replied to your post: “So for the past few days I’ve been looking at my options in regards to…”:

That first part made me laugh. So sorry to hear about the procedure, but I’m glad you’re getting care!

After I nearly had my husband take me to the ER a few nites ago and talked to a screener about a medical marijuana card I knew it was time

So for the past few days I’ve been looking at my options in regards to oculoplastic surgeons. Do you know how hard it is to take a surgeon seriously when patient testimonials are the likes of “OMG! I love my new lips!”?!?

*Repeatedly bangs head on table*

But I’ve bitten the bullet and have a consult set up for mid August in Salt Lake City. If everything goes according to plan, I’ll be having the surgery and be saying sayonara to my left eye two days later. Oddly fitting, as it will be the same medical facility where I had my first eye surgery as an infant.