Millions of moments

I was eating lunch outside the other day before grabbing the kids from camp, and I couldn't help but remember the years I spent escaping my offices, if only to get outside for some fresh air and away from my desk.

In NYC I’d walk to the Union Square farmers market or sit on the floor of Barnes & Noble and read. In Philly I’d walk my old college campus and visit the college bookstore. In San Fran I’d just wander, do errands, or sit on a bench and watch my fellow techies stare at their phones.

Sometimes I thought I’d never get out of it. The grind, that is. But on that day, I finally realized that I had, and it felt like a moment worth remembering.

Moments. Millions of them that make a life. Not just the big events that society tells us to pay attention to.

Notice them. Look for them. Pay attention to the unexpected inspiration. Remember them however you can. Be grateful for them, all of them, the good and the bad.

Because they mean you are here and you are you and you still have the chance to keep going.