I wanted to write a blog series about the little, sometimes overlooked pleasures in life for a few reasons: 1) In a world of social media highlight reels, we forget the small things that sustain us.... ....like the couch we sit on as we read these posts, or the indoor plumbing we're using as we scroll through Instagram (be sure to wash your hands when you're done reading this, and maybe your phone too). Feelings of inadequacy and dissatisfaction bubble to the surface as we look at these ...
It’s The Little Things – The Magic of a Lazy Morning In Bed
I maintain, this is the best thing in the creation of all the world. After a busy week, maybe you forgot to turn off your alarm so it mistakenly goes off at 7:00 am. You awaken, fumble with the alarm app, trying to remember what day it is. And then you remember; Saturday - what bliss. Nowhere to be but here, in this bed. Curling deeper into a sea of blankets and pillows. You let it engulf you completely, dozing off once again. A few hours later your body wakes up ...
It’s The Little Things – A Night In With Netflix
I’m pretty sure most of the human population with access to the internet has experienced this quiet haven in the modern day storm. The simple pleasure of being curled up on the couch or in bed with the soft glow of a screen, and your favorite food nestled atop your tummy. The brain feels itself get lost in whatever story is streaming. The effort of trying, doing or thinking melts away, if only for a moment. It may not be a cure for what ails, but it’s a welcome escape. And some ...
It’s The Little Things – People Watching On The Subway
People watching on the subway. Faces flashing in front of your eyes like the subway walls and tunnel lights in the train window. Lips, noses, body types so remarkably different, fascinating and captivating. Catching side glances. Subtle smiles. It's easy and natural, becoming numb to the variety of people that swarm and swirl around us each day. Especially in Toronto. And then suddenly... Blue eyes that shock to the core when catching their ...
It’s The Little Things – If You’re Looking For A Sign, This Is It
As much as I love walking, sometimes it can lead to rumination rather than restfulness. Being an over-thinker extraordinaire, sometimes walks will turn into a “mull over everything until you can’t feel your face” expedition. I have to look for things to bring me back from the brink. I’ll be so engrossed in my own little world of made up scenarios, anticipatory antics, and a laundry list of things that haven’t happened but could. Or worse, I might run into someone I know, forced into ...
It’s The Little Things – Catching a Cold
At the start of the week I began to feel crappy. I'd been feeling just dandy on Saturday. Sunday morning I woke up feeling like a mac truck hit me in the head. It came out of nowhere and forced me to slow the heck down. My Sunday consisted of me moving from my bed, to the couch, optimistically to my yoga mat. This delusion of grandeur ended with me curled up in the fetal position falling asleep, only to wake up and realize the bed might be a tad more cozy. A few years ...
It’s The Little Things – A Child’s Laugh
It happens when you least expect it. On the subway, walking down the street, your mind engulfed in adult worries, adult thoughts, adult patterns. Life feels grey, flat, redundant and you feel your tiredness. The tiredness is real to be sure. So tempting to give in and use it as a legitimate reason to stop, succumb, adapt to the monochrome. And then it happens. Like a sunburst on a cloudy day, a giggle pierces the gloom. Like that moment in the Wizard of Oz ...
