It's the Small Things...

Sometimes  most times, I lose sight of the small things in the jumble and bumble of my everyday life. Sure I’m busy. Sure my ‘to do’ list is extensive and seems to be never ending. I know that all of my cruddy bills won’t pay themselves. I know that the constant nagging from family, friends, coworkers, clients and random strangers won’t spontaneously cease (neither will mine mind you!). But on really crappy days, I find myself asking whether any of this actually matters. Will I have a better day, a better life, if I tell off the schmuck who has cut in front of me in the grocery store line up? Probably not; although, I might temporarily feel better...until my mega guilt complex kicks in.



So, what actually does matter? To steal a cliché, I’d have to say that it is the small things that count. I know that I feel like a million bucks after I’ve snuggled with my puppy Cosby. I know that giving change to someone who needs it makes me feel humble and grateful and satisfied. I know that catching the eye of the cute pharmacist in the drug store makes me feel giddy and silly and seventeen again. I know that my family and friends, with their love and support, will help me to overcome almost anything that stands in my way.


I wish that I could promise to find the small things in every situation, but let’s be realistic; I’m a stressed out complainer like almost everyone else. What I can do though, is try to at least look for them. And when I can’t, I’ll bake a batch of double chocolate brownies, ‘cause chocolate makes almost every situation better!