There's a lot of bad happening in the world.
And yet I'm focused on how loud my neighbors are or how often they smoke too close to my door.
Or the way the grocery store cant figure out that they need more than two cashiers at busy times of the day. Or the lady in line in front of me with 5 items - a seemingly good choice to get behind - who tells the 75+ year old cashier she has 5 separate orders that are all tax exempt.
Or the way yarn breaks when im just trying to finish the goddamn hat.
I, me, mine.
Because its easier to be present in your own life when it becomes the least scary thing. I don't want to travel right now. I barely want to turn the tv on.
But I wish my friend would rely on me heavier during her break-up so I can react to something with self-righteous indignation.
It's safer to be angry at the small things. It makes the world smaller and easier to understand. Like a paperweight that should shatter but only ever really just thuds and rolls when you drop it.