I love hugs.
The other day, at work, something unusual happened. I experienced three hugs all before 11am! Later that day, I was a bit more aware that I was having a “good” day. As I reflected on my day, I wondered – was it because of the hugs?
Initially, that seems like an absurd thing to think about. Work is work. My days are full of all sorts of tasks. Most of them last minute, which is so frustrating. As that day unfolded, the style of my day didn’t get any better. It was a typical day. Work. Scramble. Task, task, task. Could it be that those three interactions really did make a difference?
If you know me, even a little bit, you know that I am extremely relational, even though I am ½ introvert and ½ extrovert. I love people. On this particular day at the office, each of these moments involved a heart-felt conversation that went below the surface of the daily superficial conversation that goes like this: “How are you?” “Fine” “Great, see you later”.
Could it be?
Could it be that a brief but sincere moment of relational heart-to-heart goodness made a difference?
What if HUGS could be defined as:
- Hope &
Just a thought…