Thursday, March 4, 2010
My bits of spare change.
Sometimes I feel like all I have to offer is bits of spare change. Disjointed. Fragmented. Left over.
But all those bits are valuable. Maybe not on their own, but put them together...
An everyday, nondiscript treasure trove. One that lays dormant and near forgotten until I really need it. But when that need kicks in, I'm really grateful that it's there. (And I doubt I would be able to tell you the purchases for which those pennies and nickles weren't used.)
I don't know if that answers my original "what's the point" question. But it made me reassured about all the little bits that make me...me.
At the right time, for the right purpose...those pennies can be priceless.