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.
OK, I’m getting off my shoebox now.