Little picture or big?

I'm trying to see the little picture.  The big picture is too big.  If I can take a picture of a good moment and believe that's what its all about, life is a whole more enjoyable.  I read in one of the Sunday mags the other day how someone remembered how their teacher showed them how to take a picture of a moment they wanted to remember, not snapping it with the phone and sharing it with the world on Instagram like most of us do, but framing it with your mind, remembering the place, the time, the smells, the sounds, your feelings and filing it away very carefully in your head so you can bring out anytime you need to.  She now has a library of very detailed memories that she can pull out anytime she needs.

If I think about the big picture, its like setting a goal that's way too hard to achieve.  There are people that are excellent at doing that. And then there are people like me who revel in the detail.

For example, Mr Moneymaker is in China this week, on his way to completing his big picture. He can see that all the pain of travelling, shitty hotels, being away from his family, will all be worth it when he achieves his dream.  He sets goals and reaches them.

I see detail and have very vague and fairytale like visions of where I want to be.  So I jump from one little project to another without any real plan.  But that's alright because otherwise I might miss the small moments that makes up my life.  Like the image of my little Nugget sleeping next to me last night, cuddled up with his favourite stuffed animal, Rah the Tiger.  He was full of Halloween lollies and buzz from a party.  Makes the shitty things that happened during the day fade. Also makes me want to be 10 years old again.

Now I know I've got a pretty good life. Not alot of hardship in the last 16 years. Even typing that makes me nervous about attracting bad luck, not that I'm superstitious or anything ... But I know I had quite a bit of shit in the 16 years before that so it all evens out eh?

All this is dribbling out because I've been thinking about a few people who are having a really shitty time and like most humankind, I'm grateful I'm not going through it but still don't wish they were either. Why does crap happen to nice people? Why doesn't the wrath of whatever fall on those dicks that cruise through life, seeping bad kharma onto others? I'm a fan of kharma, but sometimes my faith in it falters.

In the end I know I'll still wake up tomorrow wishing I could keep sleeping, get the shits about the state of my filthy house and yell at my kids to get ready quicker so we're not late for basketball. The usual stuff.  But I might just remember the point of that movie, About Time, and enjoy the lovely stuff around me that I forget to look at.

Like this little bugger.

Rah (he left him behind for me tonight)

**Joining #FYBF with With Some Grace**

A fortunate life, now don't blow it!

I live a fortunate life.  But I have many fears and worries that can seem unreasonable and superstitious.  Even writing this feels like I'm inviting all the jinx fairies into my life to disperse chaos and bad luck (touch wood), so like some other cultures, I have regular whinges and complain about small things like disobeying children, sore knees and bad drivers. This somehow balances the equilibrium of good and bad kharma - well I hope so anyway, otherwise I've been annoying my family with unnecessary whining all this time.

So using this logic, instead of just listing all the lovely things that are happening at the moment and tempting fate, I will balance it with a negative 'BUT':

• This week I started a brand new job BUT I had to leave my lovely old place and some wonderful friends.
• In the new job I have my very own office for the first time BUT it can get a bit lonely, I've almost always had someone sitting next to me to chat to.
• My office also has the luxury of its very own toilet BUT some female staff come in to use it and I feel a bit awkward sitting right there while they go through (should I leave the office while they go in? The toilet has two doors so totally soundproof).
• It takes me approximately five minutes to drive from my house to work BUT I need to go about 40 minutes earlier to get a parking spot and start before 8am and I don't get to buy a coffee from the best coffee maker in all of Sydney.

OK, I'm even making me annoyed at myself.  I have nothing to complain of.  So I am thanking the universe for:

• Having the opportunity to go to swish product launches/lunches with added cocktails thanks to organisations like Digital Parents and Samsung (review of the Samsung Sparkling Refrigerator with added cocktail kit giveaway coming soon!) in really amazing locations that looked out to the best city in the world:

• Having the chance to spend a weekend with my sisters whenever we can get together.  We discovered last Friday night that if we were ever to write a TV show script, it would just be a recording of our nights out and the stupid arse stuff we do and say (see picture below which is part of a series called Sunnies Girls we do with our cousin on every weekend away, this time amongst the daffodils at The Carrington, Katoomba). After all, Seinfield made a fortune with a show about nothing!

• Coming home to warm house and a family that puts up with my whinging over nothing.

There's a whole lot more I'm thankful for but I don't want to jinx it anymore. You can't be too careful, can you?

**Joining up with Essentially Jess for IBOT**