No really they are. Stop laughing damnit. Ugh – OK – maybe they’re not all simple. But the whiskers and kittens and brown paper packages all tied up with string kinda stuff (I just threw up in my mouth a little i ACTUALLY made a Sound of Music reference) do have their place. And some of them do make the rest of the crap you have to deal with on a daily basis somehow manageable.
In the past little while i’ve been confronted with some of the kindest gentlest people i know having to suffer huge loss and hurt and i can’t imagine being in their shoes. I can’t imagine enduring some of the pain these awesome human beings have. I can’t imagine their daily battles and their emotions, the rage, the pain, the frustration. But what every single one has in their way shown me is that even in their darkest moments, it’s the little things that make it bearable. It’s the smile of a beautiful daughter, or getting out of a ticket by telling a police officer you’re dying, or remembering the love and patience a lost loved one had every day they were around.
And it’s made me appreciate my little things. I went for a run this morning, and before i got to the point of collapsing in an embarrassing, red faced, smelly, sweaty heap of self loathing i got to marvel at the sunrise coming up over a beautiful park with my dog. The same dog who’s probably gone home and eaten the other half of my garden.
The whole point of this is when you come down to making choices about your situation – how do you weigh them up. Do you stick in a soul killing situation for a paycheck and few laughs, or do you choose the more difficult path that let’s you have more little, simple moments? Do you rail and rage against a situation that you’re in that you can’t change, or do you endure seek out those little moments to make the rest of the journey worthwhile, whatever the outcome. And how do you as an outsider of a situation do what you can to make those little moments when you can.
So for today, and i will only do this one day at a time, i’m going to relish the chance to have 5 minutes to sit down and write. I’m going to remind my clients how awesome they are, and bitches, you KNOW, that at 6pm I’m gonna love the SHIT out of that glass of wine.
Also – as a bit of a PS – welcome to the world to the awesome, spectacular, brilliant Barry! You gonna be one seriously spoiled little Kokkinn.
