“I don’t want to live in the small shit… I’m sick of all the little things that can ruin my day.”
My wonderful husband said these words to me this morning over laptops (I would say coffee, it sounds far more romantic, but the coffee was long gone by this point and all that was left was the clicking of keys and the soft scratch of his pencil on the paper in front of him). I had been lost in the land of the interent for most of the morning, reading articles, finding images, the usual clicking about that ends with me overwhelmed by the shear amount of information that is available on the world wide web. He had been silently sketching a grid, forming a lay out for his current project at work and as the lines crossed the tension built.
It’s strange to think about in hindsight. Neither of us were doing anything particularly “strenuous” but as time moved past, the minutes clicking by on the clock which resides on the (upper) right hand side of my screen, we began to feel their weight. The day started out harmless enough, I wouldn’t say that either of us were even particularly cross at each other. Those minutes ticking past however, as I typed and stared at the ever glowing vortex and he sharpened and erased, lined up and crossed, would seemingly take their tole. It wasn’t too long before the feeling filled the room, a strange cloud tucking itself neatly into every corner.
This led to the moment of implosion that caused the aforementioned exclamation to be made. All the daunting little boxes in the grid he was drawing seemed to be closing in, too many to handle, not threatening, just looming there, waiting for the pressure that life currently entails to become to much.
The beauty in moments like these, is that they make you reevaluate your stance. What is worth your time and energy, where do really want to be, what do you really want to be doing. Donald Miller once said something along the lines of- If you were to step back and think, a year from now, how will I wish I had handled this situation? Drew says that to me all the time, “In a year, how do you wish you would have handled this?” my response is usually something like “I will wish that I wasn’t such a child” to which he fake pouts and we laugh at the ridiculous state of it all. This morning was no exception. Instead of wallowing in the “small shit” we decided to say three things we were thankful for (cheese ball I know, but hey, act the way you want to feel, bring about your own truths by speaking them into existence). Our home, good food, and talks of good people forced us into having better perspective. It didn’t “cure” us, it didn’t make things instantly better, it simply shed light on the reality of things; turning the “little things” that were ruining the day into the little things that mattered.
Consequently, I find the little things are what tend to make our lives what they are. Wonderful, messy, the whole bit. They can make or break you depending on your stance. When Drew and I first started dating he was (and still is) big on the “wow” factor (“I’m a showman, I have to wow you!”Andy- Cougar Town, don’t judge me, it was a phase…) and I have from day one told him, for me, it’s the little things. The notes to say “I love you”, the coffee pick up or magazine surprise, hell, I will even settle for him making the bed and doing the dishes! Those things can often go by the wayside as, “oh it’s just what he is suposed to do” or “oh, thats nice” but really, even though they are small, they are what makes my life wonderful.
What are the little things that make your life better?