Gratitude lies in minutiae.
Yesterday, I dug a splinter out of my finger — better.
Yesterday, I painted the downstair’s bathroom, good. I ate chocolate covered peanuts and hired a plumber to fix a problem I couldn’t. Small holds the rank of swank. I also fed the cats. I consider everything as if it counts because it does.
In the evening, I was thankful for rock ballads, and spent time listening to “Always” by Bon Jovi, “Forever Love” by X Japan and “Wind of Change” by Scorpions.
The big picture is confusing to me. Is it to you? My daughter has some big decisions to make, but sometimes I think we only know that we made the right big decision, or were led, or had wisdom, when looking back. That’s fun!
Yesterday, I did the laundry and so today I have clean clothes. Cool! I knew I was doing the right thing when I did it, as we often do with the small stuff.
“Thank you.”
This morning I am relaxing, strenuously, with coffee. That is correct. Good!
“A+!”
“You are so kind!”
The smallest — it is the greatest, our mightiest moment, this quick and quarky nanosecond’s “is.”
Thrive! 