I also get easily sidetracked by small things. If it's supposed to be big but a novelty is made in miniature, it delights me. Dollhouses. Infant tuxedos. Cat hats. Pocket Bibles. Ukuleles.
However, I wonder if this fawning over smallness is unhealthy. Does it reflect a smallness I see in myself? In our society, we easily claim the reverse to be true: Monster Trucks reflect overblown machismo; big mouths suggest overinflated opinions; and superstars are created so we can worship overindulgence and unrealistic beauty. The bigger, the better...which lends the opposite some credibility.
In this world, I don't mind appreciating the small things. What I do mind is that I might be so accustomed to smallness, that I allow myself to think small out of a default position. I'm beginning to suspect this is the root of my problems. It's just as offensive to The Universe to feel insignificant as it is to feel superior. Instead, I should realize there is a place for everything - and it's my purpose to fill every inch of the space I've been given.
Today, I will celebrate the largeness of my heart.
