appreciate the little things

little things.
theyre everywhere.
but when i appreciate them, i feel bad that other people cant see them.
that im the only one noticing them.

idk.

as for me?
i appreciate days when i can smile and not feel bad about it.
i appreciate days when i can fall asleep. (there are few.)
i appreciate days when nothing goes horribly wrong.

but im not sure thats right, either.
ughh.

i notice the small things, the little things.

today, my mom was yelling at me, flipping out about everything i’d ever done wrong, and i was fascinated by how the sun was absolutely perfect, how the pool looked great framed through the window. she gave me in depth instructions about something i was supposed to do. i noticed all the different colors in the tile. realized how my dreams were nice and how easy it was for me to wake up that morning.

thought about how convenient it was that the outfit i wanted to wear was clean. lucky me. and my hair looked great, it usually didn’t. my schedule was fine. i had gotten two e-mails from my friend who just moved to the other side of the country.

...so, i noticed the little things, but only as a way to NOT notice the big problems.