Looking down

I've been sitting here at my desk for thirty minutes trying to find out what this funny smell was - something sour. At first, I brushed it off thinking it was just my hormones but I felt like the smell was right under my nose. I looked all around my desk and in my trash but there was nothing there that would explain this smell - so I continued on working. 


Finally, I looked down. 


I looked down to find a giant glob of greek yogurt soaking into my shirt. And realized that it doesn't matter - all the little "bad things" that happen don't really matter. Including my blown out tire. It doesn't matter because they're all material things.

Happy Friday!

photo taken at the Rose Garden by the Jimmy Carter Center

said tire

lazy hound