The tasks I had temporarily been set to at the job were mundane to say the least. Count out forty-two parts. Put them in a box. Count out forty-two more parts. Put them in a box. And due to the sudden growth of the company, these tasks often lasted hours before they were done... or until quitting time. Yet somehow... It wasn't too bad. Recent loses and recent (and often painful) discoveries had made this small consistency acceptable and almost welcome. Of course the job was only for a few days, but while it lasted, I soaked in every mundane minute of it.
Maybe the best part was that I was needed. I couldn't tell. Maybe the best part was being with other people. I had seen so few people in the past months I barely knew how to act. Do I say hi as they pass or not? But that was minor in comparison to the satisfaction of company.
This little thing, being needed and around others, allowed me to regroup, take a breath, and begin my life again.* An ember of something... something wonderful, edged it's quiet way into my very soul. Hope. Silent, but distinct, it lay there growing, until it reshaped the very essence of my existence.
*Quoted from Andy Andrews' book "The Noticer".
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Little Things
RandomIsn't it the little things that make all the difference? Here is a compilation of observations about the little things. Sequel to "Nothing". It is not necessary to read "Nothing" to understand this.
