Did you ever have "one of those days"? Oh, you know the ones I'm talking about, where it's just wrong front start to finish, where after awhile you just expect things to go wrong? Of course you know. Everyone has them. It was my turn again the other day.
Operating on just a few hours sleep, when I woke and stretched, I knocked my glasses off the nightstand then jumping out of bed to rescue them, I whacked my foot on the edge of the bed and bruised up a baby toe. While making Tim's coffee, I spilled boiling water on my hand and then the computer was giving me fits with sporadic connectivity while trying to write my blog. I dropped the open yogurt container before I got to take a bite and then had to clean that all up and a spoon went down the disposer and had to be fished out. I knew at that point what to expect throughout the rest of my day. I was resigned to it and ready for it, so it was no surprise when I hacked up my ankle while shaving and bled all over a towel drying off. sigh.
I slapped a bandaid on without any thought or attention before pre-treating the towel that I now had to wash. I went about my morning with one thing after another going awry, as expected and finally had hit my annoyance limit. I knew that before I blew a gasket I needed to step away. I took a walk to the beach. There were riptide warnings so I didn't go any deeper than my ankles but I accidentally stepped on a sharp shell and cut the bottom of my foot. sigh. Even in my "happy place" I was finding no peace. I decided that I may as well go back home.
As I paused to wipe the sand from my feet before putting my sandals back on, I noticed for the first time, that my bandaid was not a typical, ordinary, beige bandaid! No! It was a picture of what, flowers? No, it's buttons! How did I end up with a bandaid that had a picture of buttons on it? (that's when I took the photo - and no easy task either! Ever take a picture of the back of your ankle?)
Suddenly, I wasn't in a defeated, grumpy frame of mind anymore. That silly bandaid turned my day around and I was smiling again. As soon as I got home, I checked the box because I had no recollection of buying a box of fancy bandaids. Nope, the box was the ordinary blue and white with red writing of any Band-Aid box. Oh wait, there was a little something that said, "Bonus: 10 designer strips included" Designer bandaids? That totally cracked me up! Oh, and they aren't called bandaids, they are called "strips" That made me laugh too. How funny is it that the Band-Aid people called their bandaids, "strips"?
And it got me thinking about that saying that it's the little things that matter. I guess it really is. I will try to remember that more and make it a point to look for those small, perfect, wonderful details that can turn my day around.
Wishing you a day filled with perfect, little details that make you smile. And fancy bandaids.