The Little Things

There's always reason to smile. Reason to laugh.
And things to be thankful about. Always.

Never forget that, Pam. Ever.

Like the hour-long phone call you had with your mom one night at the start of the week. And getting good news about silver, black and M kits. Or the flood of green lights you got on your way to work on Wednesday morning. (That's 12 out of 12 green lights!) And the unexpected song you received via email from your dad that same day. (Breathe by Taylor Swift featuring Colbie Caillat.)


Or like the realisation that you've been blessed with a partner you know you can work (and grow) with. And being given chances to work on 'nice jobs' under the 'good ones' of the agency. Or even the fact that the boss liked the copy you wrote on Thursday. And that the clients bought your work the very day after – Friday.


Like having colleagues who've graduated to become friends. And being able to be silly with them all Friday evening and Friday night. (Both groups, too, mind you – the Subway-dinner-blast-music-after-hours group and the Writer-AD-Video iChat-camwhore-kaki.)


Or like going to bed on Friday night without having to set an alarm. And then waking up on Saturday afternoon without a plan to be had till later. And facing Saturday and Sunday knowing for sure that there's no need to go in for work all weekend.

Ahh, it's the little things. Yes, the little things.