Small Moments

I am learning that as we get older, our lives become increasingly more complicated. We continue to build relationships, experiences and hopefully those two compound each other into endless possibilities. These possibilities will open more doors, and more complexity to our lives. We simply cannot plateau (and I hope no one reading this does).

As I sat down to write this article, my dog Mitzi brings her orange ball over and drops it at my feet — she is ready to play! At 11 years young, Mitzi gets about 2–3 bouts of play a day. And since I have been at the gym the past few hours, she has been wondering where I am… she wants to play. At first, I ignore her and start to write about (ironically) about a small moment I had in the gym parking lot today. 30 seconds later, she gives a look (as Scottish Terriers tend to when they aren’t getting what they want).

Fortunately, I am a human and posses stronger memory and communication skills than my furry friend: I will remember what I am writing about, and can come back to it in 10 minutes after we are done playing. It can be hard to recognize when a “small moment” is occurring, but I knew there was one right now with Mitzi.

So, I threw the ball. Again and again and again. Then I chased her around the table; pet her and told her how she’s a good girl (she really is); and watched her go lay down and back to sleep.

Small moments occur all the time — we may be doing mundane tasks like walking to our car, waiting for a meeting to start, or just sitting around on social media. All of these are opportunities to say “hello” to someone, or smell the lovely flowers your neighbor planted years ago that you secretly admire.

I captured a moment today sitting in my car before the gym — the Train song, Calling All Angels, came on as I was pulling into the parking lot. I wanted to hear the entire song, and sing the ballad (obviously). My pre-workout was kicking in, but I figured the bench would be busy anyways and I really wanted to sing out loud at that moment. So, I did. Then I listed to the next song, texted back a friend and went on with my workout. Sure enough, the bench was busy and I had to re-arrange a few exercises until it freed up (no point in just waiting doing nothing).

These small moments are trivial, but if we add them up each day, over time, then, well…they become meaningful. My dog is certainly happier.