The Simplest Best Stories

When I was a child, some of the stories I loved were simple.  One, in particular, my Mom made up about a girl who walks by a store window and sees a dress she loves and wishes she had.  Oh, how I hung on my Mother's words as she described this. I asked for that story over and over as though I was starving for it.  The story was straight forward: the girl wanted the dress.  And she wanted it and wanted it and eventually she got it.  That was it.

The part I enjoyed the most was the girl's first moments of seeing the dress and loving it.

This may be telltale in terms of life.  Perhaps the most satisfying moments are in recognizing what we love, what excites us and moves us.  When I get lost in dynamics of work or relationships, I strive to remember those moments of recognition and use those as my compass.