Dear Little Rachel,
How are you doing my miniature self? Of course you’re doing well, look at your happy little face whilst stroking that Shetland pony. I can’t remember the last time I was close enough to a pony in order that I might stroke it. Which, when I think about it, is a real shame because I remember that feeling of absolute glee that I can see so plainly etched on your youthful face that ponies used to instil in me.
I cannot think of any such simple thing that could so easily bring such an unencumbered sense of joy to my face these days. This makes me sad. I don’t know when it happened but at some point I stopped noticing the little things. I don’t know when but I do know why. It is because as you get older everything else by comparison is so much bigger. School, exams, decisions. University, rent, decisions. Career, relationships, bills, decisions. These things take over our priorities, our time and our lives.
What I have realised however is that these things only take over because we let them. Yes, of course these things are important but are they more important than the little things? The feeling of walking barefoot through soft grass, jumping in puddles and stroking ponies. I don’t think so.
And so, right now I am resolving to be less “sizest” about happiness and allow myself to find a minute’s contentment in every day. The feeling of fresh bed sheets, having a relaxing bubble bath complete with Lush bath bomb and using my smoothie maker to make Oreo milkshake (I’m a rebel).
So little one, remember, big things will come along and change your perspectives and priorities and that’s okay as long as you remember that it is also important to appreciate the little things because, as it turns out, the little things really aren’t that little after all.
Yours in future,