The Little Things

Well, I have been wanting to start a blog for a while now. I need a place to just unload whatever I may still be carrying with me by the end of the day. There is usually something -- whether it be a feeling, a thought, a checklist, an event, a story, a lesson learned, etc. -- that I need to get off my chest before going to bed at night.

My blog name, "Quiet Your Mind," is a song by one of my favorite bands, Zac Brown Band. That is one of my favorite songs because the lyrics are great and, as if that isn't enough, it has a great tune to it. I see this blog as a place for me to "quiet my mind." I can take it all out of my mind and just dump it right on this poor blog, as needed, right before bed. Thank you blog! Also, as you can see, I have been using correct grammar and punctuation. I am going to try my best to utilize this blog as a chance for me to improve my writing and speaking. Ironically, it is hard for me to express what I mean by that. It is hard for me to be clear and coherent with my words. I am THAT person who takes 9 hours to tell a simple story because I do not have a way with words. This blog can help me improve my ability to organize and develop my thoughts, and vocalize them clearly and concisely through words. I am a slow processor, but I believe this blog can help me speed things up.

Today, I learned just how much the little things in life really mean to me. I had always known that I got a kick out of simple, everyday things that usually nobody else found amusing, but today taught me just how much of a positive impact these small things really have on my life. A little background, I got reconstructive ankle surgery a little over 3 weeks ago and am currently on crutches. Do you think "crutching" is a word in the dictionary, by the way? Well, I was confident that it was, but it's not (unless you include the urban dictionary... look it up, it made me laugh... oh, the little things.) I am doing my best to stay positive throughout my recovery, but I would be lying if I said it has been easy. I am a very active, restless, impatient, always-on-the-go person who just can't be still. I am very thankful because my situation is nothing compared to many others' situations, but I am just being honest when I say it hasn't been the easiest. Having said that, one of my co-workers really made me happy today. I was really having a hard time focusing and just secretly feeling pretty down (due to blood-thinning medication that gives me undesirable side effects.) Next thing I know, I look up to find my co-worker standing in my office, extending a bundle of flowers out towards me. She told me that she brought them for me from the church service across the street and thought I deserved some. It was so kind and meant a lot to me. I've never really been a flower-kind-of-girl, and these were just simple azaleas, but that is beside the point. Heck, she could have brought me a few blades of grass and it still would have meant just as much to me. I don't mean to sound cliche, but it really is the thought that counts (and it only sounds cliche because so many people find this to be true!) The fact that she was being compassionate and kind was enough to make me happy. There needs to be more of that. Such a small, simple act may mean the world to somebody who you didn't even know was struggling... I know it did for me. :)