i was excited to get my manicure / pedicure. it had been a while since my last one and i looked forward to the foot massage and to listening to one of my required readings for school, dr. wayne dyer’s book wishes fulfilled.
i got comfortable in my seat and requested a paper and pen incase i wanted to jot down thoughts that came to mind while listening to the book. i pushed the play button on my phone and closed my eyes to really focus on what was being said. every once in a while one of the ladies would tap my leg and i would open my eyes to see what she needed me to do. the first time i looked up and put my foot in the water, i had eye contact with a woman facing me in another chair. we just locked eyes for a moment. there was no courtesy smile when we locked eyes, just a quick look, then her head went right back down to her ipad. i sensed sadness from her in that brief moment. the next “accidental” eye lock, i sensed a very deep heaviness from her. i closed my eyes and tried to focus back on dr. dyer’s words.
i got the final leg tap from the manicurist and i knew my appointment was over. i paused my book, got my things together, and since i had a few extra minutes, i decided to sit to allow time for my nails to dry. when i was ready to go, i noticed that i had not taken one note on my piece of paper.
then, a thought came clearly to my mind…“write that woman a note and leave it with her when you walk out.”
i almost rolled my eyes at the thought as my heart started to pick up pace. no way i am leaving a note to that lady that has been giving me unwelcoming looks! she had a lot going on and i’m not about to put myself in the middle of it.
“write her a note” came back into my mind.
at this point in my life i am learning that nothing is out of the blue or random.
i did have a piece of paper that i hadn’t used… so, i picked up my pen and wrote,
“you are beautiful. i hope you have a great day.”
i put the cap on the pen and placed it in my purse. i looked at the lady and she was focused on her ipad. my heart started pounding as i took a deep breath and stood up. i felt like i was about to speak to a crowd. i walked right up to her and set the note down on the flat part of the armrest where they lay your arm to do your nails. i saw her begin reading the note and i fast walked out of the door. i may have run to my car, i’m not sure. i felt as if i was running out of denny’s after a dine-n-ditch. i watched the door as i pulled out wondering if she was going to come out and ask why i did that. she didn’t. i just drove away.
as much as i wanted to flee, part of me wishes i could have found out what was going on with her or what her thoughts were about what happened. but that was not how it was supposed to go.
i always say, if you think something nice about someone, tell him or her, especially a stranger. but i have never said write a stranger a note when something heavy is going on with them, which they have not shared with you.
why had i requested that paper? was it for what my reasoning brain says it was for- because i might want to take notes? or was it something more than my human brain was aware of and i really got that piece paper because she needed a note?
i’m not sure i need to know the answer at this point, but i’m glad i listened to the voice in my head, even though it felt uncanny.
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