Little Things Mean the Most

I finished the last little tidbits of shopping today for stocking stuffers, extra wrapping paper, and pet toys. And, what the heck, I threw in a few items for me. Yes, I did. There was hair dye and foundation, lip pencils and sliced almonds. I allowed for the whispering voices of need I’d been ignoring to finally be heard. And when I got home I realized, Wordsworth was slightly wrong. The getting and spending wasn’t a bad thing today. It’s the little things that make the biggest difference.

The World is Too Much With Us; Late and Soon

The world is too much with us; late and soon,

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:

Little we see in Nature that is ours;

We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!

The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;

The winds that will be howling at all hours,

And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;

For this, for everything, we are out of tune;

It moves us not.–Great God! I’d rather be

A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;

So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,

Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;

Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;

Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

—- William Wordsworth —-

I realized that sometimes I need a reward. That it’s a message to myself about my worth. Not an ice cream sundae every time but a new bra or four. A new liner lip pencil when the one I’m using is a nub. A pad of paper to write notes in the kitchen on. A new package of hair bands for gathering my hair into a ponytail.

I feel like these little things can mean so much. That life is lived in moments and is colored by how you feel ease in those moments. To have items that are there for you which aren’t frayed or being made due with is such a message to yourself of your worth. I don’t need the most expensive anything nor do I want the cheapest. I just want to know that my needs, however small, are taken care of. And that I need not believe I am unworthy of having my needs met. Simple.

“Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.”

—– Ralph Waldo Emerson —-

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