I’m sitting in what I could only describe as my own personal hell on earth: 

Waiting in a St. Louis Bread Co. at the mall for an appointment at the Apple store in order to fix the display on my laptop. 

At this point in the day, I would usually be head down, full-swing into freelance clientwork. 

Needless to stay, my current predicament has forced me to stop and take a look around.  

As I sit tethered to the nearest outlet from my table, I hear children pleading for their mom to buy them a cookie. I see people meandering about, hopping from store to store. I notice one of the employees is busting his ass, making sure each and every table is clear.

These things may seem mundane and unimportant, but they’re part of everyday life.

At this moment, I’m more present than I’ve been in months.

The sad thing is, it wasn’t by choice. It took a pretty drastic (and hopefully fixable) situation in order for me to slow down and look around. 

It’s hard to create these moments for ourselves without help from an inconvenient stick in our spokes.

I’m going to keep this in mind whenever I have a few moments to look around. 

Now let’s just hope I’ll be I’ll be writing tomorrow’s thought from my laptop...