Today was mainly a fed-up day. I know I’ve got a cold coming on (B. had it last week and we done a canoodle and now it’s mine), and I’m still not entirely certain that one of my toes isn’t broken from an incident yesterday with a coffee table. Actually it was more of an ‘occasional table’ – which is too existential a furniture-thought to grab hold of right now; slippery, like me, I’m currently half-man-half-arnica gel. So that’s been making me queasy – the toe thing, not the gel. And today I learned that I didn’t win a design pitch. But if I’m honest with myself, what my mood’s been about mostly is the behaviour of a client; and more specifically, more actually, than that, my own letting myself be so affected by it. Classic stuff.
To be away from my desk somehow, I went to put the order in for my fancy new glasses (they’re pretty retro – I can see into everyone’s past.) On the way back to the munky-truck I caught a tiny glimpse of something in a little shop window; it was a motivational signy thing that said ‘Think Big’. As whimsically blah as such sentiments are (that rhymes quite pleasingly), something about registering it at speed had a useable impact and made me remember that I have the ability to choose to think bigger and better than those whose values I cannot share, and cannot respect.
And when I got home I wrote it out in my very best Latin, for to make the notion more imposing and a heap of times more true.