When I was cleaning out my nightstand drawer, I found a letter that I wrote to Roger when we were dating. I hate reading my old letters, (and journals. and poetry.) but this one was partially destroyed, so I read through it to see if it was worth saving. I’m still not sure it’s something I want to hang onto, but there were these two sentences in there:
“[God has] a big important plan for some people, and a little one for other people. There has to be somebody to do the little minor things that get overlooked, and I think that’s me, because that’s what I’m best at.”
That’s still what I’m best at. Little things.
But I was surprised to see that I’d already figured that out 17 years ago.