"To be really great in little things, to be truly noble and heroic in the insipid details of everyday life, is a virtue so rare as to be worthy of canonization."
--Harriet Beecher Stowe
Do we pay attention to the details
Weave them into life's tapestry
Or do we not sweat the small stuff
And focus on the big picture
I can delight in the smallest detail
And get overwhelmed by an avalanche of them
The curl on my child's head, for example
Or the mountain of papers on my desk.
I feel like I've been dealing with a lot of scattered details these past two weeks: train schedules, conference notes, appointments, landscaping, deadlines, laundry, weather, standardized testing, technology, travel plans. I'm in a maze of details; I know I'm moving forward, but will I get out? Most evenings, I find myself glassy-eyed and paralyzed on the couch while plans whiz by in my head like ticker-tape. I arise with effort to tackle just one thing before falling into bed too late and berating myself for wasting time on the couch. Not unhappy, not necessarily harried, just moving a bit too unfocused and quickly for my liking. Perhaps this song should be my mantra for the next few weeks: