DON'T SWEAT THE SMALL STUFF

This afternoon whilst sitting at work, I caught a glimpse of a book in the tray of a co-worker - "Don't Sweat the Small Stuff". I picked it up, and began reading the first couple of pages, and it has me hook, line and sinker.
I have had what I guess you would call a tumultuous past few weeks, and this book is making so much sense of so many things I have been truly struggling with. Funnily enough, I have on many occasions over the years used the title of this book when trying to make others feel better about their own issues - but have never truly taken it on board myself.
I will now be the first to admit - I DO sweat the small stuff! I don't do it on purpose, in fact, whilst I'm sweating about the small stuff, I am telling myself to stop! I think the majority of us worry about the "little things" going on in our lives, when really, we should be focusing more on the great things happening around us.
I have been naughty and read 36 pages of the book, when I should be working. But it has me wanting more and I am considering asking my co-worker if I can borrow the book for the week so I can finish it! The fact that I have not read a book - and by book, I mean something other than a children's book - for quite a few years, but am drawn to wanting to read this one, has to say something?
This little gem is made up of 100 short but sweet chapters revolving around the stated title. And I'm pleased to say that first thing tomorrow, it's off to the book store for me, so I can buy myself a copy and continue with my read!
So the quote for today? "Don't sweat the small stuff"- seriously, don't!

Out of the mouths of babes #2

I told you I would have follow up editions to this title! My darling 6 year old daughter had her second sleepover here this week. And it couldn't have gone any better! Apart from the fact her friend staying shares the same name as her baby sister - making it rather confusing every time I called for either of them, the girls had a blast! Andrew and i giggled our way through the evening listening to the two girls belting out Miley Cyrus songs and strange american accents streaming from the bedroom - which upon further investigation, was their impersonation of what their Bratz dolls sound like!
So after a few hours of playing and a trip to the in-law's for dinner, we returned home where I told them they could read books for ten minutes....when I went back to tuck them in, Chelsea tells me her book is about fairies, and her friend was allowed to read it, because she believed in fairies. I nodded my head in agreement and commented I believed in fairies also. To which little friend pipes up "And my Dad believes in farts"........it took me all my time not to burst in to fits of laughter! I love, love, love the banter of children!
So that little pearl of wisdom is my quote for today.....when all else fails, and you are grasping for something - anything to really believe in, think of basic human bodily functions!
Have a great evening...