One week in. Fifty one more to go. 2018 started with a freezing cold, four day week for many. I was in the UK all week. The closest I got to the US ‘weather bomb’ was on TV each evening, and by logging onto my weather App as my first caffeine fuelled activity each morning.
I was asked several times during last week about resolutions for the New Year. I even asked several people the same question myself! I didn’t have a good response when I was asked. I was moved and amused…amazed and inspired by some of the responses I heard.
My four day work week felt like a good thing when the week started – but I rapidly realised I had no idea what day it was most of the time and worse still I felt I was just playing catch up all week. Trying to work out what was happening, what was being said, requested, responded…or not. Trying to decide what I thought…or wanted…or desired…or not.
I have decided that this feeling is simply (and beautifully) a reflection of having enjoyed the time I was able to have with my family over the Christmas Holidays and New Year. I recognise that it may not be this. I may just be a year older and more tired. But this latter concept is neither simple nor particularly beautiful.
I made it to the weekend. More good news. Opportunity to take stock. Focus on the calendar so I do know what day it is. Catch up on some of those questions and answers I was chasing all week. Reflecting more on the New Year and whether I can come up with a better New Year Resolution or – better yet – a better answer to the New Year Resolution question.
I haven’t. Yet. But there is still time. But I have made one decision. I am going to feel really good in 2018 about the little things…the good little things. We are all very busy. Lots of activities to do, opportunities to consider, issues to solve, questions to address, people to meet, teams to thank. Less caffeinated coffee to be drunk, more exercise to be had.
And with us all being so busy, I know for certain that in any one day – let alone any week – all sorts of things will happen. Little things. Little things against the backdrop of the day as a whole…or the week. But a truism is how incredibly easy it can be for me to discount rapidly the good little things…and yet to focus excessively on the bad little things…
Last week I concentrated on recognising and savouring the good little things. When they happened. Whilst they happened. And after they had happened.
I experienced good little things at work. At home. In my car. Apparently on my exercise bike. And amazingly when trying decaffeinated espresso. Good little things that people said, or did, or shared or smiled or laughed. Thanks. Kindness. Acknowledgement. Praise. Unexpected.
Bad little things still happened…but I consciously avoided any temptation to fixate on them. They weren’t that bad and they were that little. I simply drowned and dwarfed them with the good little things.
And I felt good. Very good. At first I felt like I was doing something wrong…almost naughty. But I soon got past that moment. And just found myself enjoying the moment…the moments…when they happened. And I also found myself being pulled into feeling even better about the good little things that my colleagues, friends and family wanted to share with me.
Good little things feed off each other, multiply and grow…