A Place In The Universe

The Little Things

Why hello there.

Welcome to the intro of yet another book when I already have so many others to finish. Typical me, isn't it?

Remember "Puzzle Pieces"? Well, this is part two. Its finally here, yaay!

Its also my birthday sooooooo happy birthday to me, I guess?

Anyway, moving on.

Look at the title.

Instant cliché, am I right? And we all know how much I hate clichés. But I've said almost a million times that I have my exceptions.

This is one of them.

Just....hear me out.

I've heard how people tell me that I'm a "thoughtful person". And I'm not going to argue against them. After all they see the things in me I don't, things I most probably never will see or things I will only see once I'm thrown into deep waters and I have to fight my way out.

And while I may seem to come off as thoughtful....the things I do...are things I don't really think twice about. It comes naturally to me. Like, at the back of my mind I know it would make me smile endlessly if someone did this or that for me. So subconsciously.... The thought is there. I know the reasons why I'm doing it. As I said to a friend of mine:

I don't just do things. I do them for a reason.

And that number one reason is to see the smile on your face.

That is my main priority.

My brother came to me once or twice showing me pictures that he's found in magazines of Pentatonix or most likely: the Minions. And I have to contain myself and keep myself from grabbing it from his hands out of excitement.

He's 15. 15 and he gets it.

I asked a friend if she wanted to join a Pentaholic group chat with me...and she said yes.

"Are you sure? There are a lot of people in there..." Was my reply.

She was surprised that I kept her anxiety in mind. Most don't. And that saddens me.

And to be brutally honest, I sadden myself.

I have a few friends who prefer different pronouns and I try my very, very best to keep that in mind. But I found time and time again where it just flops and I screw up.

It frustrates me.

Yes, "its not a big deal" some would say, but to me it is.

I just care. I give a damn enough to respect what is important to you, doesn't matter how major or minor it may be.

It's the little things that count.

In my case...

My real name is Denise, but I've recently decided that I want to do away with it and be called Elsa at all times instead.

In the thoughts of most: its ridiculous. Why would you want to do that?

Again: I don't just do things. There's a reason behind it which I will gladly explain if you give me the chance.

Plus....a name doesn't really define you now, does it?

Getting off track. Moving on...

Just take it into consideration. Call me Elsa and you'll see a wide smile spread across my face.

You're helping me feel better and comfortable in the skin I'm in.

The little things.

So the next time you find yourself wondering how to make someone smile....

When you see their favorite thing in the shelves whole shopping....or even if its something that makes you think of them....send it to them and let them know they're on your mind.

When you pass by someone, give a quick hug on the go.

You never know how happy it might make them feel for the rest of the day.

Keep someone's anxiety or fears or nerves in mind and be patient. It makes them feel so much better and their mood will change for the better.

I can go and make a huge list. And I promise you I'm not preaching.

I'm just observing and sharing....hoping that somehow what I learn might help you out.

The little things.

They are worth so much.

Love
Elsa