I find myself getting easily frustrated over the little things. Tiny stuff like the fact that I can't take my books to work with me and read them on my breaks; and yet 3 people at my job pull out there bibles every break to compare notes or point out something they found interesting in their reading (like do dragon's exist? they are mentioned in the bible). I don't begrudge them that, I even enjoy listening to them debate...sometimes... It's just the simple fact that I in turn cannot sit quietly in a corner and read a book about wicca. Technically I can; but logically I can't because I need my job. Small issues like feeling like I have to watch everything I say so carefully or I might just sound like the person I am becoming.
But today I woke up early enough to see the sun rise, and then I decided to take a walk. On this walk I came across two fawns. When things like this happen, when I see something no one else sees, experience something in a way I know is uniquely mine; I don't feel so frustrated by the little things, because I have my own small wonders to enjoy. It's not even about forgetting the little things and looking at the big picture, it's about recognizing my own tiny privileges.
This is the situation I am in, and it's not one I will be in forever. So, as usual, I have to remind myself to be patient.
Lovely Litha Everyone
(Yes, on my walk I passed a cemetery and that is where I saw them, it wasn't exactly part of the plan.)
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