Crumbling Thoughts

There it was.
A single crumb.

Not a whole cookie. Not a sandwich corner. Just one, lonely, beautifully golden crumb.
Sitting on the counter.
Waiting.

I stared at it for a while.

At first, I thought: “Snack?”
Then I thought: “Is it even enough to be called a snack?”
Then I thought: “Why am I still thinking about this?”

And that’s when it happened—
The moment the crumb became more than a crumb.

🧘‍♂️ Crumb as Meditation

I didn’t pounce. I didn’t rush. I just looked.
And in that looking, I started noticing things:

• The way the sunlight made it sparkle slightly, like a golden flake.

• The gentle curve where it had crumbled off something bigger.

• How still everything was around it.
  
  

The world didn’t need to be loud right then. It just needed to be.

And me?
I just needed to sit.
And breathe.
And maybe eventually snack.

🐾 Tiny Crumb, Big Thoughts:

That crumb reminded me:

• You don’t have to do everything right now.

• You don’t have to gobble joy the second it appears.

• Sometimes, noticing the small things is the joy.

🧺 Final Outcome:

Did I eat it?
Yes.

Did it taste like a thousand quiet thoughts wrapped in cinnamon?
Also yes.

But honestly? The snack wasn’t the best part.
It was the stillness.
The noticing.
The fact that I was really there with that crumb—and not already planning my next five snacks.

💭 Plushie Wisdom:

Be where your paws are.
Even if it's just for a crumb.

Because the little things?
They’re never just little.