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Little Things

I really love this post from, eh, The Huffington Post about gratitude.

It's easy to get really wrapped up in yourself.

What you're getting, what you're giving.

How things are verses how you wish they were.

I suppose a little patience and a little compassion can go a long way. Focusing on the task at hand rather than what you'll get out of it. Having a conversation because someone needs a listener - not advice.

Little things we forget. Little things that sometimes add up to big huge things because we haven't figured out how to take it all in stride.

Gratitude is a big thing. Self appreciation and self acceptance are even bigger.

Christine Hassler: Thanksgiving, Twenty-Something Style

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/christi...

Today's twentysomethings, aka Gen Y, have a reputation for being overly self-focused and entitled. Although there may be some truth to this stereotype, it's neither 100% true nor 100% negative. There are upsides to focusing your awareness on yourself, ESPECIALLY if it has to do with gratitude and appreciation. Around this time of year, it is very common to list all the things you are grateful that you HAVE like health, family, friends, the roof over your head, and so on. But how often does your list of gratitude include statements that are solely about who you ARE?

Oh Hail No.

So other than complaining about Spam and posting photos of dogs in Princess Leia slave costumes I haven't really written much here. My efforts at NaBloPoMo are pretty limited and I kind of don't care. I seriously, seriously have so little time and November was pretty much the worst month I could have decided to blog every day.

This weekend it snowed for a couple hours on Sunday morning, which was very cool for Liz. (And me.)

We drove all around Surrey yesterday and went up to Box Hill to look at the view.

 

Today Liz and I went around London and got caught in a freak hail storm which broke both of our umbrellas.

I saw this big spider again at the Tate Modern. (I also decided that people who tape a bloody bandage to a canvas and call it art deserve to be punched in the ovary.)

I went to St Paul's Cathedral again.

 

And I have so much work to do that I think my head is going to explode and my heart might spontaneously combust from all the stress and sheer fact that I have not slowed down in so many days and that there is no end in sight gives me a little panic attack every time I think about it.

I would just like to say...

That I'm sick and tired of waking up to Spam comments in foreign languages from what seems to be the same person making different accounts every single morning.

Colder Than a Witch's Tit

Today in London it was fucking freezing. It was sunny and beautiful - but after being on South Bank for more than 15 minutes my thighs were numb and I couldn't feel my face. Liz says it's the coldest she's ever been in her life.

I guess that's the "Arctic Blast" they were talking about on the news...

Today we did a lot of touristy things, elbowed our way through the morons in Topshop so Liz could purchase an impressive amount of socks.

According to Liz: "Liz makes London Awesome-er."

Today is a good day. It started out with me smashing my finger in a dresser drawer, bending back the nail and getting blood under it.

But, the rest of the day is fantastic.

My friend is here! Yay!

And. AND! She's brought me Ranch and Nutterbutters and fancy knitted fingerless gloves, like Felicia Day in Dr Horrible.

Tomorrow, we're off to London to do the touristy thing.

I haven't had a day this nice in a really long time...