It took me 20 years to do this…

I did something today that I’ve thought about for years but never followed through on. I donated blood.

It feels almost strange to write that, because twenty years ago I donated a kidney without hesitation. That decision felt so clear and obvious at the time—someone I loved needed help, and I was able to give it. No second thoughts. No fear. Just… yes.

And yet here I am, two decades later, finally rolling up my sleeve for something so much less invasive. Why did it take me this long? I don’t have an answer, but I imagine with a little reflection I might uncover the reasons.

Maybe I just needed a nudge from the right person at the right time. Today, that came in the form of a friend’s invitation and a link to sign up.

The whole process was quick—thirty minutes from start to finish—and I feel fine. More than fine, actually. I feel light. I feel useful. I feel like maybe I offered someone else a gift they truly needed.

Since it’s my birthday month, I’ve been thinking about giving. Not the kind that comes wrapped in ribbons and bows, but the kind that flows from us when we share what we can—our time, our money, or our energy. Some seasons I feel like I have plenty to give, and other seasons I feel depleted. But there’s always something, even if it’s small.

• A smile.

• A kind word.

• Holding the door.

• Showing up for someone.

• Saying yes when it’s easier to say no.

• Giving blood.

  
  

Today reminded me that giving isn’t about the size of the act, it’s about the spirit behind it. Serving others always gives something back to me, too—joy, connection, purpose.

I think this is just the beginning of a new practice for me. Regular blood donation. A reminder that even the simplest acts can ripple out in ways I may never see.

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