It’s Tuesday, so that means I’m over at Off Our Chests. Today’s topic: focusing on the little things, and how that helps me find my happy.
(I wrote it completely convinced that what I do is regular and ordinary, but then by the time I was done I began to wonder if I’m a freak and you’ll all think I’m weird. As if you didn’t already.)
After all this time, I doubt you could write anything that would make me think you’re weird. A little unusual? perhaps. But not weird.
I know better.
Just weird enough to make me feel normal. Does that make sense? Not MORE normal, you see, just not very much weirder than you, which is comforting.
That’s why all us weirdos love you so!
My mother is not a glass half full kind of person. Neither is she a glass half empty kind of person. More often than not, that glass is shattered on the floor. The store will never be open. If it is, it will be out of or not carry whatever product it is we are looking for. Every time we do find what we’re looking for I ask her if she would like a dustpan.