Every now and then it is good to hear that reminder, “it’s the little things”. I received mine last week. We all have a tendency to think big, and while that is healthy too, if we forget to balance it, we end up feeling unsatisfied.
I sometimes watch the airplanes fly overhead while I am working in the fields and wonder where they are going, a fabulous adventure for someone onboard I am certain. I daydream about being somewhere else until a bird off in the distance begins to chirp. I then notice how quiet and peaceful my world is in that moment and I feel a sense of calm wash over me. It’s the little things.
I follow many on social media and see some of their beautiful gowns as they dance the night away at a black tie event. They look so radiant that they almost glow. I’m sure a large time was being had. I scroll down further and see one of my daughter’s friends sitting cross-legged, barefoot in her cut off jeans, holding her young son and she glows just as bright. While both pictures were beautiful, the simplicity of the young mother captivated me. It’s the little things.
I was a participant in the State tennis tournament this past weekend. There were hundreds of very talented players and everyone was there to claim the title of champion. No I did not win, but while I was playing an incredibly difficult match I heard a friend in the bleachers shout, “way to go Karen”. I don’t remember ever feeling more touched, or more victorious as I did right then. It’s the little things.
I sell Happy Earth Farm produce, eggs and chicken every week at the farmer’s market. Naturally, my goal is to sell as much as I can…..I am in business after all! Last week the market was very slow and I was feeling discouraged by the lack of foot traffic. I was feeling my farmer’s market bad attitude beginning to surface and then a regular customer of ours approached me. She thanked me for the hard work I do in order to provide her family with wholesome, organic, healthy food. She then promised to bring me some of her homemade kombucha from her native country as a thank you. I was so moved that I had to fight back the tears. It’s the little things.
So last week, when a friend texted me to ask how my day was going and I replied that I just harvested my first ever crop of garlic and I was questioning my sanity because I was probably more excited than the situation warranted, he replied, “It’s the little things”. Well said.