The Little Things
Right now, we’re smack dab in the middle of that time of year where everything just feels ‘blah’.
The magic of Christmas is long-passed. The New Year’s resolutions have already been broken. The skies are grey, the grass is brown, and the winter coats are starting to smell like they need a trip to the dry cleaners.
At least to me, one of the best things to do this time of year is to take a few minutes out of the day to appreciate the little things. After all, it may be a few more months before we can start planning lake getaways and breaking out the margarita blenders*, but that doesn’t mean that doesn’t mean that there aren’t plenty of smaller moments to celebrate.
In that honor, I’ve spent the last couple of weeks trying to document the bits of joy in our office. Sure, there’s nothing too exciting (See: The fact that this is a normal, boring office, where people spend every day doing normal, boring office things), but there have still been plenty of little things worth savoring.
Things like coming in to cinnamon rolls baking in the office kitchen, courtesy of John being the patron saint of processed food.
Or the fact that we have new, freshly designed business cards in my favorite color.
Or the occasional sunny days, here to remind us that one day, spring will be here again.
Do I have anything super groundbreaking to share?
It’s March, and the skies are grey, and I’ve gone too many months between lake trips.
But, there’s still plenty to celebrate. Like sunny days and cinnamon rolls.
Update: Thanks to our resident handyman and his ability to hang pictures, my Blank Wall of Sadness is no longer blank and sad. So that is another HUGE thing to my list of celebrations!*
*If you’re reading this, Grandma, don’t worry. I’m talking about non-alcoholic margaritas.
**Laugh all you want, People Who Don’t Work In Offices. In the normal world, freshly hung wall art isn’t that big of a deal. But when you spend 40+ hours a week looking at the same four walls, having something new to look at is a big deal, indeed!***
***And, with that statement, I just realized that I’ve probably scared an entire generation of kids away from white collar work. Sorry kids. Didn’t mean to inject a bit of existential dread into your day.