
In yesterday’s blog I whined about having nothing to say. As I was getting ready for work this morning, my brain wouldn’t shut off and I had to grab my phone to record some blog thoughts before they became wisps in the wind of my mind. A not unusual occurrence actually.
Here is the actual note I typed at 7 a.m…”If I could do it all over again – less whining, not a snob, embrace adventure, take care of me, love harder, less concern about punctuation.”
It all seemed so profound at the time. Now that half the day is gone and I’ve walked through the blustery wind to find my favorite gyro truck wasn’t downtown at noon, nothing seems profound. Except pizza. With the gyro truck nonexistent (I had promised my good friend a gyro for her early birthday present), I racked my brain for a quick solution. It was extremely cold standing on the street by my no-show gyro truck spot. My ah-ha moment – need pizza. No – really – it’s called Need Pizza and besides being very good and affordable, it was only a half-block away. Bonus? It’s on the sky walk so I could walk most of the way back inside. Truly. people, it’s the little things.
Have you taken advantage of the little things? We encounter so many throughout the day. And ignore their existence most of the time. Little things like my phone being another device to record random thoughts…hot coffee still in the pot after every one else has left work (and I’m still there)…peppermint candies after garlic pizza (everyone should appreciate that!)…20% off coupons at my favorite consignment store…phone calls from your son in the middle of the day “just to talk”…a warm headband left in my backpack…a crisp apple…a new recipe…sharp pencils…
The blog about “if I could do it all over again” will happen sometime…but today is about celebrating the little things. So go out there and search…or sit back and ponder – either way, be grateful for the joy brought by the minuscule moments, the minute details that surround you every day.
Matthew 13:31-32 He told them another parable: “The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed, which a man took and planted in his field. Though it is the smallest of all seeds, yet when it grows, it is the largest of garden plants and becomes a tree, so that the birds come and perch in its branches.”

