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In 1999, after a couple of years fiddling with that blogging thing on various other people's domains, I thought I had enough things to say to merit my very own corner of this here interweb. In 2007, I suddenly ran out of ammo. Thankfully, that didn't last forever... So, I'm back. Still not dead yet. Like a phoenix from the ashes. Behold.

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February 11, 2006

:: reasons to be cheerful, part 1 ::

The Renaissance Monkey wrote something t'other day about things that make one disproportionately happy. It brought a smile to my face so started adding things:

But at one point during the listing (the one about compliments, actually, which began as "Encouragement that comes when you need it more than you'd thought", I had to stop myself to and ask, "is that really a small thing? Does that qualify?" And this thought is still circling in my head: why do these count as small things? Is it because they might go unnoticed by others, or by ourselves? Or because they don't cost much? It can't be based on size or time commitment - a diamond is (hopefully) physically small, but to receive one is (hopefully) not a small deal by anyone's measure. A kiss might only take a second, but it can change the whole world for the two who are in it.

I'm not trying to be overly pedantic or willfully obtuse, I promise. But this interests me - why should we classify things as small when they clearly mean a lot to us? Some people I know, some things I love, every time I see them my heart does a little leap. Is that a small thing? To me, it's huge.

posted by miss weeza at 4:16 PM