It’s the Little Things

We had a new joiner arrive at work last week and I finally had the chance to sit down and talk to her; even though a proper work introduction was made when she arrived. A few of us were sitting in the lunch room and one of my coworkers asked her to guess how old I was. I must preface this by saying that I like to be the clown at work and keep my whole work group laughing. Not once have I ever acted my 43 years of aged-to-perfection age! And I don’t intend to. But when the new staff member thought I was 10 years younger than I actually am (despite me not putting much effort into what I wear to work or how I look), she wanted to know what my secret was. Besides excellent genes, I told her, the main reason was that I find joy in the little things. It’s the little things that make me happy.

One of the things that makes me happiest is when my local grocery store has my favorite cookies on the shelf. Apparently they’re British (although I’ve never seen them in Britain). They’re a dark chocolate ginger snap cookie that I can devour in seconds. They only come in a packet of 10 cookies, so I have to be quite lenient with my feeding habits. I have a chocolate addiction, ladies and gentlemen.

Every day I come home from work, shopping, golf, the pub, I am greeted by two cats. Even if they have just woken up from kitten slumber (you can tell), they will be at my door to say hello. That is a good thing. Always makes me smile.

On my desk at work, I have my Advent Calendar up. I haven’t had one for years. But this one is special. It might be the best Advent Calendar of all time. See for yourself.


There can never be enough Lego in the world my friends.

When I see someone else give up their seat on the metro to let a woman sit down I think there might be hope for mankind yet. Might be. Still undecided on that front but it does give me brief joy knowing that there are still good people out there who are will to do the right thing.

When my leftovers for lunch taste almost as good as they did for dinner the night before.

Not having to share my chocolate with anyone. But on the other hand, having someone special to share my chocolate with again would be good too.

Getting likes and comments on this blog and on my Instagram account. How can you not feel good about that?

When a random stranger says hello or smiles at me. Doesn’t happen as often as some of you might think (based on my overly large ego on this blog page). But it happens enough.

Quiz nights. Enough said.

And of course, the usual raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, etc.

16 thoughts on “It’s the Little Things

  1. You got the lego minifigure advent calendar…saw that about a month ago and could not bring myself to spend the $…now regretting… *jealous*

    • I’ve only got myself to buy for. My managers all gather around my desk each morning to watch me open the door to Lego-goodness. It’s quite funny really.

  2. If we were on the continent, you might catch me smiling at you. My life is pretty grinnable (hey, I wrote over 260K words of novel in the last few weeks; I figure that entitles me to make up a word or two…!) so I smile at folks – a lot! I also give out small and sincere compliments!

    Random things:

    I used to have a shuttlecraft ornament that lit up and spoke in Spock’s voice. It was delightful.

    I’ve met Bruce Willis (sorta- I was the Yellowstone waitress who told him the restaurant was closed, and didn’t recognize him until the other waitresses finished swooning and told me who he was! Hey, I already had a husband, and I wanted to finish up work and get home to him…).

    My daughter’s friend, who is the child of a Protestant/Jewish marriage shared her advent calendar with my daughter, the day after they exchanged early Hanukkah presents. This season is a rich stew of spiritual sweetness…even for those of us who aren’t particularly religious.

    My two favorite little things aren’t so little, anymore. One has a man’s voice, at least sometimes. It flattens me how not little and how amazing they are…

    I have a panther cat. She doesn’t meet me at the door (she used to be feral) but she routinely lets me know that I am her favorite human to lay claim to…

    I have a sweetly scented candle, colorful twinkly lights, a currently quiet house, and one more scene to write before my novel draft is finished.

    And a man who brings me coffee in bed, but, so far, no dark chocolate ginger snaps. I may have to offer him something in return for those…hmmn….now what could a woman offer her man that would encourage him…?

    I get rather silly when I’ve been up all night for two weeks running, writing…

    Merry Christmas, and I hope you find someone special to share your chocolate with!

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