Five minutes. Mostly no editing.
The word is...
small.
Some days I feel small, because I stay at home. I lead a simple life.
I see the same four people every day.
I visit the same grocery store. The same bank.
So often ordinary feels simple.
And too often simple feels small.
But then I think about how much I love this small and simple life.
How thankful I am that the few people I see make my heart happy.
How grateful I am to have food on my table, and a roof over my head.
How lucky I feel to be leading this “small” life.
And then I know that small is not bad.
Small can be meaningful. Small can be intimate. Small can be special.
Small can be a good thing.
Small, right now, is a good thing.
I really need this time, for learning to bake homemade bread.
For learning to reach out to the friends that live too far away, not only by text, but by mail too.
For growing herbs in the windowsill. And picking socks up of the floor.
For making the bed. And creating routines.
And enjoying quiet, still moments.
Right now I’m enjoying the small before the storm.
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* I was really happy writing that last phrase. But when I read back over what I had written I started to think it made no sense.
I wish I could say it's 'cause I'm not a rule breaker that it's still there, but honestly, I just really liked the sound of it.
Plus, if I'm allowed to stretch a bit to make it make sense, I do think life comes in seasons. Excitement ebbs and flows. Chaos almost always comes after the quiet. But peace almost always comes after that surge of crazy.
So maybe it is possible to enjoy small before a storm.
And I'm so thankful for that.
Five Minute Friday, for those new to the game, is a chance to write, without worry. To let loose. To let the words fly.
And oh how I enjoy it so.
I'm a little late (a lot late actually) to this week's prompt. But so glad to have stopped by, and had the chance to think about "small."
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