The Small Things

I've been itching to write lately -- so much so that my fingers are doing that air-keyboard thing.  (Someone tell me you know what I'm talking about and I'm not the only person in the world who does this.)  But every time I think about sitting down to write, I hesitate. Because there are all of these big things I feel as though I should be writing about, when sometimes, all I really want to do is write about small things - like spring flowers 

and nail polish 

and adorable puppies...

Which is exactly what I said in response to my friend Tami when she mentioned tonight on Facebook that she felt like she'd let politics swallow her whole and pull her focus away from other things in life.  That, and I encouraged her to never stop sharing from the heart. 

Advice I realized I should probably heed, as well. There's a lot going on in the world. Serious, significant, big things. And I could try to write about them all -- or worse, let my hesitancy in tackling them stand in the way of simply sharing from my heart things both big and small.  

I think...what I'd like to try and do instead is simply write -- write what I feel like writing when the spirit moves me, and not worry so much about whether it's substantive, political fare, or fluffy bunny fare. Right now, I'm enjoying immensely the fact that there are flowers blooming and trees greening, and despite today's momentary wintry backslide, evidence everywhere of Spring and all the beauty it has to offer. I've been having fun painting my nails all sorts of pastel colors (they're the "Lily" color above now), even though I normally go polish-free.  And darn if I didn't see the cutest puppy on the face of the planet today on Twitter -- he's supposedly a retriever/husky mix, and he has Pringle's sweet face with a husky's cool markings, and even though I already have a dog and do not need another, I want nothing more than to hug him and pet him and squeeze him and call him George.  Or...maybe Beauregard.  

And so I will write -- maybe only of small things.  But I will write.