Day three I went on a trip to Salt Lake and took a little bag of chocolates as a gift to a friend. But day four was the first time I felt like I had done something worthwhile. Maybe you'll think it's silly...
I was on the plane home last night, a 4.5 hour trip. Uncomfortable, as always. A little chill. I grabbed a blanket on my way to sit down, as I always do, because there are never enough. No pillows available these days, of course. I sat on the aisle and a very tall young man sat at the window. Nobody between us.
So about an hour in, I had only used the blanket (still in it's plastic wrapper) to cushion my poor sit bones, which were aching. While switching positions yet again, I put the blanket on the empty middle seat. At this point, the guy in the window seat asks if he can have it. And, even though I wanted to keep that blanket, I said "sure, go ahead."
I liked this gift because it didn't involve money and because I gave up something I wanted. It's the template of what I'm going to strive for (and undoubtedly miss many times) during the challenge.