little things
September 24, 2014 § 11 Comments
This day, tiresomely burdened with worries and uncertainties, doubts and hope all too cumbersome to be contained by logic left me dangling from the end of an imaginary seesaw craving the feel of earth beneath my feet while dreading the fall.
Like a child peering at the familiar from a borrowed perspective, there were so many little things that sparkled beneath a more intentional gaze. Stuck, immobile as I hovered between crisis and confidence, I looked to unexceptional details for direction as I chose my path.
It is a messy kind of wonderful the too often disregarded details of average days. Dishes that pile inside the belly of the sink while we squander early morning moments. Evening tasks bookmarked between the pages of a new bedtime story. Things that cannot be ignored forsaken for a moment that cannot be recaptured.
The fall from worries to wonder stole my breath and I felt the firmness of the ground beneath me as I pushed once more against the sky.
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‘A messy kind of wonderful..’ I like that.
Thanks, Andy!
You blow me away on a consistent basis. Thank you.
You are always so generous in your praise, Janice. The world would be a better place if more people were quick to lend a kind word.
Only telling the truth.
I think so many of us spend so much time hovering between crisis and confidence. I’d love to get to confidence and then burn the bridge:). So I can’t go back to crisis.
The little voice that whispers promises of greater character and resilience for an imperfect path of uncomfortable challenges was just completely drowned out by the mischievous one that wants to strike a match and burn the bridge. Thank you, Kay, for a deliciously deviant reason to smile. Love it!
Brilliant! Complex sentiments are equally difficult to express but you have done it with style.
You spoil me, Maurice, but I accept your kindness. Thank you!
You’re welcome. Funny – I work at the comments. You won’t find me off handedly saying “nice one” and such. Marie, I read this and reread it… maybe even took another pass. Finally it dawned on me. “She just plain nailed it.” Nicely done (my highest complement). Down the road when a bit more of you gets to me “author” I expect you’ll see this time of your life as magical. I look forward to that book.
Every sharing is an effort to capture a fleeting moment, thought, emotion. To then look up and find myself among strangers that see the magic – that is the most unexpected piece of this adventure.