Little things
Day 29
It’s crazy that I’ve been doing this for years, and every time I get to this point, I still stand in awe. Something about arriving here always stops me a little longer than the other days.
Earlier this morning, I was going through my drafts, and God, what I found made me pause for a minute and reminisce. The girl I was, the things I went through — so much of it was made up of little things that didn’t carry much meaning at the time.
Reading back through those entries, I could see so many layers of myself, each one trying to make sense of whatever life was handing me at the time. And as I read, I realized that a lot of it was just a collection of little things, the ones that couldn’t stand alone and make it onto my gratitude list independently.
A thoughtful morning text. (from Dr Florh & Leyla, because these two have mastered the art of tearing me up randomly)
Someone remembering something I once mentioned.
An invitation that made me feel included.
A flower blossoming on a Sunday morning.
A good meal, followed by a series of compliments.
A friend sending me something because they knew I would find it funny.
Someone noticing I was quieter than usual.
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A “have you eaten?” “How did it go?”
A person checking whether I got home safely.
Someone making room for me at a table.
At the time, I rarely stopped to think, I will remember this. I just lived it.
And these moments don’t look significant when you write them down. But they are some of the moments I remember most clearly how they made me feel. Together, they form nearly everything I mean when I talk about feeling loved.
I think what I’m grateful for, specifically, is the accumulation. One good gesture wouldn’t have meant much on its own. But dozens, scattered across years, start to form something sturdier than a single gesture ever could. It’s the repetition that built the architecture, not any one instance of it.
I’m also grateful for how effortlessly all of it arrived. I never had to chase any of this down. They simply happened, offered freely, and I got to receive them without needing to earn my place first. I didn’t have to work for the warmth I’ve felt. It was given.
I don’t know how many little things have carried me this far. Probably more than I will ever be able to count. But I know they were never insignificant, and they still aren’t. Even after I have found the gratitude language for it.
So today, I’m grateful for the life that has given me so many small things to remember fondly.
🎵 Music Note: Milele by Elani
I hope I never forget how beautiful some days have felt. ❤️
Love,
Da. Lily❤️
