The pictures on the wall
There are 4 or 5 different pictures (drawings, paintings, etc) hanging on the walls in my apartment. The other day I found myself looking at one of them for the first time in a while. Actually noticing it. Remembering what it means to me. Enjoying it. I probably spend at least one hour every day sitting in front of that picture and this was the first time I had actually looked at it in who knows how long.
What else am I missing that is right in front of my face? That’s a scary question, but probably one that’s worth asking more often.