A Note Given to Me

 


A Note Given to Me

This note was given to me by a workshop participant who was my partner for the weekend.


5 Things I like about you:

  1. Your overall warmth
  2. Your Passion for caring for others
  3. The emotion with which you talk about your past
  4. Your resiliency
  5. Your style, you have an eye for beauty, and how to use colors together in a way that is artistic.


Reasons I am grateful for you being My Partner


  1. You took the time to think about me and how an activity might land with me.
  2. You took the time to talk about my day with me at the end of my day
  3. You listened intently when I talk
  4. I can feel how much you love and care for myself and others
  5. I know that if I am ever struggling, I can trust you to help care for me.
  6. You remind me to put people first.

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