A Small Moment That Changed My Outlook

Every Day, Everything, is a Small Moment (Day 43)

Us in our natural habitat.

Here’s the thing about small moments. Very few of them are actually small.

Boy, did it take me a long time to figure that out. We spend way more time in the valleys than in the mountains so we better figure out how to deal with the slow times. The home times. The walking times. The moments IN BETWEEN epic.

You know I’m right.

So, today, my small moment has to do with clothes, and appearance. Recently, it occurred to me that my daughter just does not care about what she wears, except that it’s comfortable. Sweats to school? Check. Short hair that dries fast? Check. Slip on shoes? Check.

Speed. Simplicity. Softness. Comfort.

Here’s the small moment part - of all the things she could get from me, I’m pretty sure that one is right on point. And I feel sort of bad. Really, if it weren’t for my wife, I don’t know if I’d even notice that my pants weren’t ironed or my hair was getting long. I have a professional job now and I almost have to set an alarm to go off to remind myself to wear matching socks. It’s not that I don’t want to look nice. It’s just, well, I guess I don’t care.

Sigh. My outlook change here might be that I’ll have to, you know, care more. Maybe it’ll rub off on her and she’ll comb her hair for once.

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The You Voted For It Series: Well that was fun, thank you! For the last four days, I wrote to your voted on suggestions and it was actually kind of a relief to not have to think about topics on my own! Maybe I’ll go and use all the other suggestions as well. That said, never hesitate to give me some ideas and if you’d like to read the vote winners, they are all available in the last four days in the archives.

Looking ahead, tomorrow is our big day when myself and the girls go get to spend an evening getting our faces melted by Thunderstruck and I’ll spend a couple days reporting back about that.

Then, we have a elementary school holiday choir recital, some upcoming robotics classes, the arrival of the big man in red and then Little Bean’s birthday. I tend to take a few days off at the end of each year, but maybe we’ll continue with some small things here. It’s been 43 days in a row now and I want to keep the record going for as long as I’m able.

Anyway, keep reading and help me by sharing. If you have any emails of folks you’d like to sign up, let me know. Pass the word. Be kind. Remember the small moments. See ya Friday!