Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Simply
If it weren't for those "simple pleasures" that I seek every day, I'd be a complete ba
sket-weaving insane person. With two jobs, I'm finding that the stress levels in my daily life are rising to new heights, and I am forced to find "new" ways to combat it. This week I am on Spring Break from my school district and have opted for working the entire week at Anna's. I had forgotten how much stress Anna's can be, as I've only been working on the weekends for the last month and a half. I'm also aware of the stress that switching from one job to the next week after week can cause. It's almost like being two different people at once. I'm afraid that one day I will pick up a ringing classroom phone and say, "Anna's Linens. This is Denise. How may I help you?"
Therefore, I have chosen rather consciously (by forced effort) to find pleasures in my everyday life. I am off work today, which is why I actually have the time to write about it, and I am enjoying it immensely. Today's pleasure is a group of teeny-weeny little purple flowers that I espied surrounding an electrical box in the grass on my way to the laundry facility this morning. The box is a big, ugly, green metal square sitting on the corner near our apartment that, although it has it's practical uses, sticks out like a sore thumb. As I looked down at these flowers, my first glance was, "oh, pretty!" However, as I took a second look on my way back to the apartment from the laundrette, I saw that not only were they purple, but they had beautiful yellow centers to them. As tiny as they are, they are shaped much like a snapdragon and the yellow, fuzzy part is the "throat". What a marvel of God's natural beauty it was for me, and to think that they were growing around the most ugly thing as if to say, "we are here to surround you with beauty."
Simple pleasures are just that...simple. An American friend of mine in Egypt once remarked that her "simple pleasure" was when the sheet landed perfectly on the bed when she flipped it. I laughed, but it's true. That would make me feel good, too.
I would love to hear what "little" things make other stressed-out people happy. Would you let me know your simple pleasures?
sket-weaving insane person. With two jobs, I'm finding that the stress levels in my daily life are rising to new heights, and I am forced to find "new" ways to combat it. This week I am on Spring Break from my school district and have opted for working the entire week at Anna's. I had forgotten how much stress Anna's can be, as I've only been working on the weekends for the last month and a half. I'm also aware of the stress that switching from one job to the next week after week can cause. It's almost like being two different people at once. I'm afraid that one day I will pick up a ringing classroom phone and say, "Anna's Linens. This is Denise. How may I help you?"Therefore, I have chosen rather consciously (by forced effort) to find pleasures in my everyday life. I am off work today, which is why I actually have the time to write about it, and I am enjoying it immensely. Today's pleasure is a group of teeny-weeny little purple flowers that I espied surrounding an electrical box in the grass on my way to the laundry facility this morning. The box is a big, ugly, green metal square sitting on the corner near our apartment that, although it has it's practical uses, sticks out like a sore thumb. As I looked down at these flowers, my first glance was, "oh, pretty!" However, as I took a second look on my way back to the apartment from the laundrette, I saw that not only were they purple, but they had beautiful yellow centers to them. As tiny as they are, they are shaped much like a snapdragon and the yellow, fuzzy part is the "throat". What a marvel of God's natural beauty it was for me, and to think that they were growing around the most ugly thing as if to say, "we are here to surround you with beauty."
Simple pleasures are just that...simple. An American friend of mine in Egypt once remarked that her "simple pleasure" was when the sheet landed perfectly on the bed when she flipped it. I laughed, but it's true. That would make me feel good, too.
I would love to hear what "little" things make other stressed-out people happy. Would you let me know your simple pleasures?
