The tiniest elephant in the room.

It’s late almost eleven and I’m really tired, but my mind is full, so allow me to empty it. To dump it here, if you will.

I’ve always believed the little things are actually the big things. The clichés the ones we roll our eyes at somehow end up being the most solid truths. The small habits, done consistently, really do shape your happiness and your life in the ways those self help books insist they will.

And maybe that’s why the smallest things can hurt the most.

I wonder if my tiny elephant has read The princess and the pea… uncomfortable, agonizing, quietly bothersome.

Not loud, not world stopping. Quiet, small, deeply embedded. The kind unnoticed by everyone but you.

Subtle. Persistent. Impossible to ignore once you’ve felt it.

Not large enough to announce itself.

Not small enough to disappear.

Just present enough to change everything.