I was taught to be grateful for the small things.
Today was a bad day – bad news, discussions, a tonne of bills to pay, the loss of a pair of paying markets, some gratuitous aggression, dark clouds on the horizon.
Which is nothing special, mind you – there’s a lot of people out there that’s in much worse trouble. But it is heavy, because you see everything unravel and it’s beyond your control. It makes working harder, it makes writing harder, because too many preoccupations clog your mind.
And if I don’t write, the light gets cut, the water and the phone get cut.

But then three things happened that let the pressure up a bit – not solutions to the problems, but small good things, unexpected. Psychological relief – which means that the problems remain, but now one can try and solve them, and if nothing comes out of it, one’ll be at peace, because one did what one could.
Small things to let one feel less into a dead end.

First, I got a copy of a book in the mail that I’ve been waiting to read for a long time, and tonight I’ll dig into it, and tomorrow I’ll post about it.
Second, I was reminded of a movie which I saw when I was a little kid, when my mom and dad were still alive and took me to the movies, and will do a post about that too.
And finally I saw this, and I’ll start by sharing it with you.

Hold on out there.
Things will get better.