I am at the local Brooklyn coffeeshop.
It’s unusually slow and I count just four patrons.
Hmm.. oat milk. Where did this new alt-dairy fad suddenly come from? Well, it’s in my latte now. Delicious!
I detect a little pride in the Barista’s understated smile. Floating in the foam is a heart. A nice creative sprinkle to brighten a grey rainy day.
Creativity can make our work more enjoyable. Make us more happy. It can also consume us if it becomes a work.
Suddenly a big slam breaks the silence. The door to the café opens knocking down all flyers from the bulletin board. We all synchronously turn heads as a toddler stomps in.
“YAY! rainbows!!” she blares out at a defenseless donut.
A huge smile reveals a former residence for an evicted baby tooth. That pure joy is so heavily and heavenly condensed. It inflicts severe contentment on all of us.
The barista hands her one of these colorful small cake of sweetened dough. The little girl carefully breaks it into two million minuscule pieces. With each little precious bite she eats she howls “YUMMYYY!!!”.
Had she been an adult she would have been committed to the nearest asylum.
We lose so much more than our baby teeth when we become adults.
Let's restore the excitement for the small things in life. Let’s focus on the creative little details that can brighten the day for ourselves and co-humans. Let’s create more laughs and let’s laugh more in-between.