When I’m traveling, it’s very easy to see the big views out my windows, like this one. I always see such potential in looking at the long road unfolding in front of me and the big skies overhead. It’s exciting, for sure.
Then there are the times — like this week — where I focus instead on the little things, the details of what makes something so interesting. This orchid was odd at first glance and I didn’t really like it all that much. Moving closer, seeing the delicate patterns on the lip, made me love it in a way that viewing the whole flower could not.
Ferns are usually memorable for their size and volume. Seeing tiny yellow fronds unfolding their thin tendrils — and seeing my friends’ granddaughter in her first week of life — reminds me how fragile things when they start out. Life is a series constantly changing miracles: plants growing leaf by branch, babies growing ounces to pounds, each of us growing and learning until our last breaths.
Of all the flowers in the conservatory, this little one captured my heart. It was completely overshadowed by bigger and brighter bushes nearby, but it didn’t care. Its mission was to bloom, and so it was happy in its own little universe of light, water, and earth. There’s a lesson in there for me, and maybe for you too.
I’m focused on the little things because I’m in the middle of hand therapy. Somewhere in my brain, I thought the cast would come off, I’d do a little heat and stretching and, voila, my hand would be back. Reality was much different: a hand that was so swollen and stiff that I barely wanted to claim it as mine when it emerged. I was discouraged to see how little I could do with it, and yet determined to get it all back over time.
Bending a finger another 1/4 inch, getting my thumb and damaged finger to touch, these are the little things that will get my hand back into working condition in, oh, 3 to 5 months. It’s a rehab marathon, so I take each little movement as a sign I’m heading in the right direction, however long it takes me to get there.
The true secret of happiness lies in taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life.