I knew the answer already, because I see it from my window sometimes. June scoops up Betty's newspaper and drops it on her porch. The next day, here comes Betty across the street in her robe to do the same thing for June. They wrestle each other for garbage privileges too, taking turns wheeling the other's can back up the drive on pickup days.
Honestly, it took me a while to figure out what was going on because it struck me as slightly odd. Clearly no one in this scenario actually needs the help. And yet they keep doing it for one another.
Did I mention that June is 92? And Betty is maybe 20 years younger? They've been neighbors for almost as long as I've been alive. I'm guessing they've been performing this ritual of kindness for so long it's calcified into habit, something that barely requires thought.
It is, let's be honest, not the kind of habit that gets written up in articles about the morning routines of successful people. But everything about this ritual of neighborliness or something like it would get your day off to a good start.
- You begin with a quick win.
- You put the rest of your priorities in perspective.
- You tell your brain what matters most so you're less likely to freak out about little stuff.
- You feel really good about yourself.
- You live to be 92.
Hey, it's working for Betty and June.
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