It’s also true that although most stuff is small, often those little things help you see the big things.
Like today. It’s Yom Kippur—meant to be a day for contemplation; looking ahead and hoping to be a better person next year; looking back at last year; atoning for our sins; asking for forgiveness from people we have wronged.
For that one I don’t have to look very far. He slept right next to me last night.
He was gone when I woke up; the first thing I saw this morning was Denise’s comment on my post about the flan:
Forget the flan and chocolate, I want a guy that would drive 30 MILES in ANY DIRECTION for me, that’s my happy ending….::)))
Denise: thank you for reaching out through cyberspace— right into my head. You were a sign from the universe—on Yom Kippur, of all days.
Probably this qualifies more as a habit than as a sin—-though I know better, sometimes I still find myself mired in the small stuff—and I don’t mean the lack of flan. I mean seeing what’s wrong instead of what’s right.
It would make me a better person to stop whining thinking about the little things—to always be able to see the big picture—like I can see it right now. And since a picture is worth a thousand words I don’t need to use very many. Not here. And not tonight when my husband comes home.