ain’t nothing “little” about the little things.
yesterday, mahogani asked everyone to chime in on how we’re really feeling and i said i’m choosing to focus on the joy today (as i do my best to do everyday). she then asked me to make the ways i’ve been honoring my joy and i noticed that it’s mostly in the little things:
my curated spotify playlists (i may share them soon)
a friend texting you that the satin pothos they mailed to you is on the way (you didn’t ask for it either)
my new hyper-fixation meal that i eat at breakfast
finding my new topical lip salve i thought i lost on my last trip
coming back to my pint of ice cream that i left out to thaw and it melted juuuuuust right.
i know we say “it’s the little things” quite often, but lately (especially in times like these), the little things have been meaning everything to me.
the month of may drained me worse than marlo hampton, but my thriving (i’ve decided long ago I don’t care to merely “survive”) is not in how “little” the things are that i needed.
because ain’t nothing “little” about the little things.
because ain’t nothing “little” about the way the little things made their way to you.
because you’re considering the “little things” are answered prayers to a past version of yourself.
keep in mind, I don’t say this as a beratement of forced gratitude, but as a gentle reminder about the magnitude that comes with those “little things”.
little things are every thing AND everything.
-💋🌌