Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t slow down and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

The other morning, I was getting ready to go. It was super important that I was ready on time because Witchlette and I were spending the morning out and about with family and I didn’t want to hold anyone up. There was no deadline, there was no appointment. Loved one would wait for me if we were behind a bit. But still, I was all in a furry- rushing. 

Hubby grabbed me- he was headed out the door to go to work- “Stop. Breathe.” I gave him a hug and a kiss and we both looked over our shoulder out the window. There were two hummingbird’s flitting around. We just watched them dance, only for a moment because that’s only how long they were there, and they were off again and so were we. Just, at a much more realistic pace. 

Today, while Witchlette was napping, I cleaned the downstairs. Nothing major- usual kitchen usage, tidying toys in the living room, and vacuuming dog hair. I felt myself getting wound up by the chores and I stopped by the front window to breathe. 

There again was a hummingbird, flitting to and fro between my flowers in the front garden. A reminder to look up, look around, take it all in. 

There’s a fine line between “Don’t sweat the small stuff” and “Stop and smell the roses”. Usually, the small stuff is what makes our individual lives better. The small stuff is the roses. Granted, we could be sweating wanting to smell a peach rose and in field of pinks. But, the emotional response brought on by the inhaling of the fragrance- that is what matters.

Thank you, Hummingbird, for reminding me to tread that line more carefully. 



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