It’s the small details, that are by far the most important.
I sit in work, the room is dark for the light hurts the eyes of some other co-workers. I enjoy listening to them jokingly bicker and banter with one another, but now they leave to grab some lunch. The sounds of their voices drift into the background and beyond the door.
And so I sit, with my favourite meal for lunch. On my lap I have Of Mice And Men by John Steinbeck, and with no one but myself left in the office, I play some soft music from my Spotify.
I know this will only last for a few moments. If I’m lucky I’ll have fifteen minutes.
But what a fifteen minutes it will be. When I look back on the day, no matter what happens, I will look upon the small details, which are by far the most important. And when I look upon them and judge, I will say with a gentle sigh,
“Today has been a good day.”
That catharsis. That beautiful catharsis. When you’ve had a bad day, at the end of a bad week, and you’re looking for something to extinguish that impending dread of… Well any exertion.
Wow, any extra exertion in any direction at this point could push you over.
When it’s all piled on top of you, and you know you only need to make it to the weekend for some rejuvination, but it seems so far away no matter how long it is… And then…
You have a night. You have a night that cuts your wait short. For suddenly some release has come home to roost, earlier than you thought you’d have to make it.
And what does that for you? What gets you there early?
For me, it’s a cold beer, a book, some music and a warm blanket on the couch.
It seems so simple, but sometimes it just doesn’t work that way. There may be no beer, there may be no songs that move you, or no words that touch you.
But when it happens… When all those little pieces fit into place… Oh boy…