Today was my last day at my first contracting assignment.

It definitely was an experience. While I didn’t learn as much as I would have liked to or as I think I should have as far as the organization goes, I definitely got some “extracurricular” where my personal growth is concerned.

Remember my posts about “Reflected Gratitude: Mirror, Mirror” and how God uses people, places and situations to reflect our own issues back to us so that we can truly see them and work them out?

Think about staring into a mirror of “unpretties” for seven straight months. LOL

Don’t get me wrong - I saw a lot of who I used to be (the ‘not-so-pretty-me’) in other people. I’m grateful for what I learned from that “me” but evenmoreso, I’m grateful that I’m no longer THAT ‘me’.

Without going into a lot of detail, I will say that while it wasn’t always easy, I know I am (and will be) better off for it in the long run. And so, at the end of this day, I packed my “lessons learned” along with my stash of tea and honey, checked for places where I left indelible fingerprints - indelible soulprints - offered up a prayer of thanksgiving…and hit play on this Lauryn Hill track.

Grateful for it all,
*~* MsJayy *~*

It really is the little things that matter most. In so many ways. In all relationships - romantic, career, school, etc.

Do you know what gets me about the “little things”?

How come what *seems* like a “little thing” to me (or to someone else) becomes a “MAJOR thing” for others?

I guess it’s the amount of effort required. Maybe it comes at too high a “price” for that person.
Or maybe it’s “major” because of the wiillingness (or lack thereof) of the other person to step outside of their comfort zone, to take a risk. To compromise.

Must be.

All I know is this:

LITTLE THINGS MATTER.

If enough “LITTLE THINGS” are ignored, they band together and become “BIG THINGS”. And generally they become big UGLY things.

Someone is having a “Little-converted-to-big-thing” moment right now and it is NOT pretty by any stretch of the imagination. I can’t feign sympathy. I can’t. I know myself well enough to know when I’m being clear…and to know that, when I’m NOT being clear, it’s by design.

In this case, I was clear. CRYSTAL. Constantly. Your failure to “hear” me is what’s causing you grief now. Don’t expect a sympathy card from me. As the song refrain goes, “Ya brought it on ya self. Ya brought it on ya self.”

Tend to the little things. That would be my advice.

Tomorrow is my last day on this contract assignment. As is my nature in a lot of cases, I gave in to a few moments of “am I making the right choice?”, “what if I’m wrong?”. Just a few moments. And then, confirmation showed up, in multiples, back to back.

I love the feel of peace against my soul. My mind. Better than silk or cashmere Baby. Trust and believe.

Immersing myself in the “little things”,
*~* MsJayy *~*

*~* QUOTABLE *~*

“What we call little things are merely the causes of great things; they are the beginning, the embryo, and it is the point of departure which, generally speaking, decides the whole future of an existence. One single black speck may be the beginning of a gangrene, of a storm, of a revolution.” - Henri Frederic Amiel

“Sometimes when I consider what tremendous consequences come from little things. I am tempted to think there are no little things.” - Bruce Barton

“Life is made up of small pleasures. Happiness is made up of those tiny successes. The big ones come too infrequently. And if you don’t collect all these tiny successes, the big ones don’t really mean anything.” - Norman Lear

Dive in!
*~* MsJayy *~*