After my somewhat cranky post of the other day, a friend of mine suggested I look at the little things rather than wait for something momentous to come. And she was right. Big things don’t come into our lives too often; smaller sources of joy visit us regularly.
For example, this same friend gave me an emotional support pickle. It lives in my office. It looks like this:
The emotional support pickle really helps on stressful days. (Sometimes every day is stressful.)
We’ve been having unseasonably warm weather with highs in the 50s and 60s. Surely that’s a little thing to be happy about. And having four cats, four weird cats. The posters in my office styled from two of my book covers.
I love shiny new happenings. Who doesn’t? But there are always little things to cheer me, to get me through.
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