Some post-holiday musings
A little bit of good can go a long way. I concede today was not a good day, hectic to the extreme with trivialities conspiring to bring me down into the mud of common discontent. I'd like to say I'm above little arguments or annoyances, but I'm human.
The only thing that always elevates me beyond the confines that I call myself--the only thing that always drives away the blues and soothes away the blahs--is a kind, sincere word. There's nothing like hearing a heartfelt thanks when you're sitting on the couch alone in the night eating cold cinnamon buns. Nothing better.
I sometimes forget the power of the little things.
The only thing that always elevates me beyond the confines that I call myself--the only thing that always drives away the blues and soothes away the blahs--is a kind, sincere word. There's nothing like hearing a heartfelt thanks when you're sitting on the couch alone in the night eating cold cinnamon buns. Nothing better.
I sometimes forget the power of the little things.