“Leroy bet me I couldn’t find a pot of gold at the end, and I told him that was a stupid bet because the rainbow was enough.”
~Rita Mae Brown
I hear people talk about not bothering with the small things, instead, focus on the big things in life.
But I love the small stuff, to me, that is the GOOD stuff.
Most everything that I find enjoyable is little.
I don’t care about big parties, extravagancies or big vacations. (Been there, done that,
bought the t shirt.)
I prefer the conversation between Dave and I taking a ride in the country on a Sunday.
A cup of coffee before anyone wakes up, on the porch.
The way my daughter smiles in relief at me when she recognizes my car at school dismissal.
How good it feels to be welcomed home, even if only by the dog.
Those small things, those daily gifts are precious.
To me, the big things, are the unimportant things.
Because they’re fleeting.
My mother used to say, “Big and fast, won’t last.”
She was right.
It applies to just about everything, from snowfall to relationships.
My kids repeat those words to me, whenever there’s a flash thunderstorm or a heavy snow. It calms us, because it’s true.
Her words of wisdom transcend time and her presence.
Those Big plans seem to lose their stamina. While family, coffee and a sunrise seem to hang right in there.
Lately, I feel like I must be the opposite of most people. I think that this summer really changed my perspective about a lot of things. Mostly about how the world sees me and what I’m putting out there to be seen, by the world.
Am I leaving a positive presence? Am I taking care to see that the people I love, know it. Is there enough emphasis on the “now” of it all?
I used to be compelled to get as much done as I could in a day, a week, a year. But now I find that by going slower, by taking a moment in the time I’m being afforded, to appreciate just being present… that, is where peace lives.
Because anxiety, fear and anger like the big stuff. They love the mayhem of it all.
Give me the little.
The seemingly insignificant.
I’ll treasure it.
And I’ll even buy the T-shirt.