THE LITTLE THINGS AGAIN (A.K.A. E.T. ROCKS!)
Over halfway in to this writing project and I have made a discovery: it’s forcing me to take more notice of the little things. While I’ve always enjoyed them, I hope that now I am learning to appreciate them. That’s a good way to start a new decade, don’t you think? Plus they give me something about which to write (as evidenced by the fact that this is the third blog entry of this ilk).
Over halfway in to this writing project and I have made a discovery: it’s forcing me to take more notice of the little things. While I’ve always enjoyed them, I hope that now I am learning to appreciate them. That’s a good way to start a new decade, don’t you think? Plus they give me something about which to write (as evidenced by the fact that this is the third blog entry of this ilk).
I’ve always tried to be a “Big Picture” gal, but sometimes
the details would make me nuts. It’s why I could never be on Project
Runway…it’d take me too long to finish a garment (I have a tendency to rip
apart almost as many seams as I sew, if not more). I’d be the last
contestant leaving the workroom, fretting about the perfection of each and
every stitch. Even when I make my daughter’s Halloween costume, I still
only see the flaws and they sometimes greatly upset me.
Some people really don’t understand this. My mind is
always trying to figure out how to improve, how to create efficiency, how to
establish a sense accomplishment. Perhaps this didn’t work during my
marriage, but it seems to be helping in my divorce—even if it’s taking me
longer than others to figure it out.
Which brings me back to my original point: life is
messy. There is sometimes no rhyme nor reason. Sometimes we have to
appreciate the “little joys” that make up our day and not worry about the “perfection”
of them.
It may be silly, but one of my "little joys" of
the day was winning a stuffed E.T. doll in a "claw" game on the
second try. It only cost $2 and it made me so happy. That doll took
me back to my childhood. I was only 8 (the same age my daughter is now)
when the movie came out and, oh, how I loved that wrinkly little alien. So
much so, in fact, I used to carry around a stuffed E.T. around in a blanket and
sing to him. I think I still have my original E.T. doll in storage
(sharing a container with my Wicket the Ewok plush).
But what made me even happier to win this E.T.? When
my daughter saw the doll sitting in the car, she yelled, "It's E.T.!"
and started making him do a little dance (Because we all need to dance like a
crazy E.T. doll sometimes.).
With that said, may your days be filled with "little
joys”—in the best sense of the words, of course.
Until tomorrow, Lovelies….
Written 1/24/14
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