truly small things that make up a day

Today

I spent an hour at a used bookstore. I left with one book of poetry, one book on personal finances, and a curiosity about whether the two together might form a comprehensive Philosophy of Life.

Today

I made a big pot of chili and had the foresight to save it for dinner when I knew it would be snowing – rather than eat it for lunch when I could be outside, snacking on a sandwich and walking in the sun.

Today

I thought of the Syrian taxi-cab driver who drove us home from the airport two weeks ago. I thought of his sadness at not being able to go home, and how prior to our conversation, today’s headlines would have blurred into the rest of my skimming (the President, the Republicans, recipes, maps).

Today

I received kindness when I felt I didn’t deserve it, given my talent for making assumptions and taking things personally.

Today

I missed my far-away friends like crazy.

Today

I took the risk of speaking up at work about something I believe in.

Today

I saw the most beautiful light on the wires below the train platform. The patterns were brilliant, museum-worthy. And the faces of the people standing above shone in the light of their phones.

Today

A nurse took 20 minutes to talk to me about my travels, my worries, my need for a change… and in those twenty minutes inspired release enough for me to stop my steps at the bookstore window, go in, and take a look around.

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