There are days that get the better of me. I am human. I try and not let things get to me. Sweating the small stuff is something I try to avoid. Sometimes, I reek from perspiring over the insignificant details of the daily grind. When the laundry monster rises up from the hampers and the dog throws up on the comforter—I sometimes start to sweat. When the person I regard as my friend, throws little jabs my way and my daughter rolls her eyes at my requests—I sometimes start to sweat. When I forget to write a $650.00 check into the checkbook and there are 11 more days until payday—I start to sweat. It’s all small stuff, but yet I sweat. There seems to be a correlation in my waning resiliency and the following:
• I talk to God less and use his name in vain more.
• I chew on the inside of my mouth.
• I wake up at 3 a.m. and wiggle and worry
• My smiles become more seldom
• I pass by people without speaking
• My road rage is exacerbated
Fortunately, I am blessed with a natural, free, and fool-proof remedy for those times when my perspective gets out of focus. It usually comes unsolicited in the middle of the night and makes me laugh one of those full-out belly laughs. It’s a little dose of unadulterated epiphanies from my oldest daughter, Riley. She isn’t even aware of the medicinal value of her random text messages or their power to help right my world.
Riley on physical ailments:
Riley on current affairs:
Riley on 80s music and foreign food:
These little dishes of ‘Holland Oats’ help keep my heart and soul healthy. Riley reminding me how I sang the Steve Miller Band song Jetliner as ‘Big ol Jed and Lionel’ nudges me back in the direction of not taking myself so seriously. Actually ‘laughing out loud’ at her slanted toe and mudslide revelations helps me to resize the mountains back into the mole hills they actually are. Life is random, but my attitude must remain purposeful. I forget this sometimes, when I am checking for pit-stains from sweating the inconsequential. Thank you, Riley, for making me smile, helping me to treasure the little things, and for knowing when I am craving a big bowl of ‘Holland Oats’.