I fielded a phone call for my roommate tonight — from someone she has been avoiding. I knew who, and could understand why, but I didn’t really know what she was avoiding until just now. This girl called again, and began talking to me about the current crisis in her life… and I found myself willing to listen. What I heard was my story.
She asked me what to do in her situation. Instead of advice, all I could tell her was what I had done, and what worked for me. I got to share my experience with this girl, and I know it did me good, even if it does nothing (well, nothing that I can see) for her.
I did, however, note some progress in myself tonight. I had just finished talking about self-care being the best thing for her to do, and she began the litany over again — or tried to. I saw what time it was (late, obviously), and told her I needed to get off the phone and go to bed. She tried again, and I kindly told her I needed to get off the phone and go to bed. We said goodbye, and I hung up.
I did what I told myself I would do. Not only that, I did what I suggested she try.
I needed that reminder tonight of where I’ve been — where, but for the grace of God, I could be now. Nothing like seeing that to produce a healthy dose of gratitude.