Ok, here’s my November thing. I love the little things. I love when my dog sleeps in and glares at me to turn the lights off in the morning. I love when the Brita is full. I love fresh coffee and cinnamon. But then an equally little thing comes to ruin the lot, and by one fell swoop my happiness subsides. But why? The coffee is still fresh, George still has the cutest of all the faces, but I let some other minute detail override the collection.
In November, I will appreciate the little things that I love with as much energy as I let the annoyances bring me down. It should prove a happy recipe.
I will also be participating in Write A Novel in November. Join me?