For every blade of grass

There are some moments in life that force you to step back and really take a good look at everything.  It's easy to get caught up in asking questions, "why?", "how?", "what?!"

I've always thought that life doesn't turn out how you plan it, and I stand by that.  Sometimes it turns out better, and sometimes worse. 

This is a week for me that has brought me down to the level where the fog of my standard, routine life is swept away and I actually open my eyes and start to appreciate everything around me. 

It's one of those moments when all reasoning and logic say that I should be miserable, distraught, and feeling like a tiny speck again...but, I don't. 

I spent part of the day sitting on the grass looking at shapes in the clouds, admiring sunsets, and swinging on a playground. As I let my mind wander, I realized that everything around me was beautiful.  I know that sounds like a story carved out of straight CHEESE, and I'm not trying to be over the top, but it was just nice.  Really nice.

I sat in the grass and felt each tiny little blade brush against my hand.  A friend had just joked with me earlier that I needed to count my blessings.  So I did.  I started thinking of little things in that moment, like looking at cloud shapes, enjoying sunsets, and having a listening ear.  Then I slowly branched out to my friends, my family, and all the people that I care about.  The more I thought about it the more I realized that there are an infinite number of things that we can appreciate, which are only ever limited by the walls in our mind. 

Take for example, the little potato bug crawling across the sidewalk, seemingly insignificant.  I'm my mind, I wouldn't think of it as terribly remarkable in any way.....until I remember that when I was little, these little rolly-polly bugs entertained me for hours.  I thought they were the funniest things; I'd always try to pick them up without having them curl up into their protective shell.

I suddenly realize that I’m smiling – remembering something as small as a little potato bug – and to me, that just proves the point that things to appreciate are almost innumerable; as if for every blade of grass, there is a blessing.



Sometimes I run into walls

So once upon a time I went to red robin with a favorite lunchtime buddy and walked right into the plastic wall of the revolving door.  Yes, it's plastic - I can now confirm this to anyone who may have previously wondered.
Needless to say I was totally embarrassed, but luckily my giant red spot on my head probably blended well as my entire face turned a blushing shade of pink.  After recovering from a small laughing attack I realized I hadn't laughed that hard at myself in a while.

While trying to find an accurate way to describe my experience I found this:

Justin Bieber did it too!  I feel your pain little man (although I don't know if I said "ow" as many times.)
Those revolving doors are tricky little things!  I'm just thankful that my experience is not recorded and shared for the world to see.
So, if you go do something foolish go ahead and laugh about it - It's contagious!  And if you don't believe me, here's a video to prove it - I doubt you'll keep from smiling at these ones: