On my bathroom counter is a small glass cup that holds
Q-tips. I realized the other day that I refill that cup quite often. Sometimes
it feels like all I do is refill the Q-tips.
Is this what my life has come to? Restocking hygiene
products? I mean, don’t be jealous of my glamorous life.
And then I caught myself. I use Q-tips all the time: to clean my ears, to remove eye makeup, to
touch up my nails when I paint them. Q-tips are important. If I don’t refill
the cup, who will?
Jayson dislikes the book “Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff.”
Because the small stuff matters.
Even Q-tips.
OK, I’m getting off my
shoebox now.
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