grateful

Everyday, I walk by these rows of daffodils, and even though I'm heading towards a job I'm no longer enthusiastic about (I love the job, I hate that it's retail and thus means a constant interaction with asshat-customers), even after five days in a row, they still make me smile. And for a moment, I look at all the people in the cars with horrible scowls on their faces either pulling in or out of Bojangles or waiting at the light, and I realize how much I have to smile for. More than that though I realize how much there is to be smiling about. Between Japan and their tragedy, and Libya with their's, I am so grateful for all the beautiful things in my life, both small and big. Like these flowers.