Friday, January 24, 2020

It's the little things that matter...


I ate lunch at a popular sandwich shop this week and love to people watch.  Yes, I’m one of those.  Reading people’s body language, demeanor – it fascinates me.  So I was watching these two ladies, obviously good friends chatting away over lunch.  When they were done, they both got up.  One of them took her plastic tray and trash and disposed of it while the other just left hers on the table.


From my window view, I watched the lady who didn’t clean up her “stuff” slide into her black BMW and drive off.  I sat and stared at the tray and trash, seeing a few other dirty tables around me, but knowing it was noon hour and the workers never caught many breaks as the line was consistent.  Eventually one of them would make the rounds, wipe tables and clean up this ladies trash.

My take on this was one that I’ve been emphasizing to my daughter lately – it’s the little things in life. Like routine of making her bead, opening her window blinds come morning right down to brushing teeth and hair.  Some mornings I feel like a nag – so we had a chat that if she can’t do the little routine things with joy and without being constantly told – eventually on a job, she won’t do the little necessary things either.  Sometimes life is routine and those things just need to be done.  It’s those small things that grow into life lessons and reflect work ethic as well. 

I’ve seen this in many settings before, some people are the “cleaners” and some just leave a mess behind them.  Some have said messy people are more creative.  I like to think I have a creative side, and yes, I have messes in places in my life – but I also love order and cleanliness. 

It takes effort to do the little things in life.  Often people that do them go unnoticed or appreciated.  The role of parents can be this way.  In trying not to raise entitled children – we ask them to learn to do those little things, growing to larger things, that teach responsibility and grow to maturity.  Sometimes it works – sometimes it doesn’t.  But we try.

So as I put away the trash….I’m grateful for parents that taught me the little things matter in life.

Thursday, January 2, 2020

My word for 2020 is JOY.


So many people pursue this not knowing that true joy is not purchased at the mall or on Amazon.  Joy isn’t a trophy you can hang on a shelf or a car parked in your garage. You’re not going to find it in designer clothes, the latest fad diets or title you carry – 
it’s how you LIVE. 

It’s what you value and how you feel. It’s going through hard times and choosing to keep your chin up. 

It’s the impact you make on others. 

It’s giving love even when it’s hard.

That joy you’re searching so hard for? You’re just looking in all the wrong places. It’s not found in SOMEONE ELSE'S life. 

It’s right in front of you.  

It’s the mess you’ve cleaned for the fiftieth time.

It’s the kids laughing in the living room.

It's the "I love you" snap from your adulting kids. 

It's fighting T1D along with your child, teaching them Joy despite their disease. 

It's loving the addict you can't save.

It’s building a life together no matter how messy and chaotic.

It’s fighting for your marriage through the not so great times only to emerge on the other side stronger than ever.

It’s getting up through tired eyes knowing that today you get one more day on this earth.

Joy isn’t a destination, it’s a state of being. A conscious mindset of being grateful every single day. 

Is it always easy? No. Choose it anyway. Every single day. My goal for 2020.  

Choose Joy.


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