I’ve been focusing on the little things lately. A concentrated effort to spend five minutes a day highlighting life’s little blessings. A pair of new shoes, a sleeping child, general goofiness of wild hair. Things I might, if not actively seeking them out, miss in my day to day.
You know, the little things.
This week will mark what feels like the hundredth consecutive fifty hour work week. My schedule goes a bit like this:
Head into work at about 9:30 at night
Work until my boss releases me around 7:15 in the morning.
Spend 7:20 to 9:00 trying to decide whether I want breakfast or dinner. It might be the morning but I have just worked a nine and a half hour shift.
Sleep anywhere between four to five hours, waking up at 2:00 in the afternoon when the sun is too high for my internal clock to allow me to sleep.
Spend 2:00 to 3:00 wondering if I want breakfast or lunch, I just got up from sleeping.
From 3:00 to 3:40 I listen to how my kids have been for the day, before my wife heads off to work.
4:00 to 8:30, I try not to snap at my kids, because it isn’t their fault I work full time and hardly sleep.
8:30 to 9:00 I pick up the house, before clutching my coffee mug and making a fresh pot of coffee to drink while I wait for the babysitter to arrive.
My days blur together. I fall asleep on July 1st and wake up in August. Wake me up when September ends. (I couldn’t help myself)
So, I decided to keep track of my days. My schedule doesn’t leave as much writing time as it used to. It does, however, leave little moments to slow down and appreciate what hard work has given me.
A lovely family.
A big yard.
A pen for a bodybuilder named Chocolate Thunder.
I have a hard time spotting the joys of life naturally. They are something I have to actively seek out in a life that seems too busy for one person to maintain. I need to take a spouse challenge or a little things challenge or one of the millions of challenges on Facebook that force you to take five minutes out of your day to highlight what makes you happy.
These sort of challenges get a lot of shit. I can openly admit to teasing and mocking the challenges. They seem, at face value, to be trivial. Stupid little ways to show your stupid little life is better than mine. I want real. Life is good and bad, these posts are fake.
Their point isn’t to purport perfection. They aren’t there to convince people you have everything together. These searches to find moments of good in a constant up and down of life are practice. They are reminders that even on the worst of days; we can actively seek out the good.
My days aren’t perfect. If you think citing an old picture or remembering a moment in time where pure joy was experienced makes a life perfect, maybe you’re missing the point of these sort of things.
When my body aches.
When my children only seem to remember how to fight and scream.
When I am not sure what type of meal to eat because of my odd hours.
When I am feeling lost.
Or any of the less than sunny emotions I find myself feeling every day.
So, today, I celebrate the little things. Tomorrow I celebrate the little things.
Everyday, I challenge you to try and celebrate the little things.
Like your spouse. Or your family. Or your dog.
I celebrated making a funny list. My little thing that makes me happy today is an underused blog, connected to a Facebook page vibrant with a beautiful community of people I have been lucky enough to connect with all over the world.