A tiny distraction is the chipped edge of a teacup catching the afternoon light. It’s the way a pigeon struts like a tiny, feathered Napoleon. It’s the absurd joy of lining up your salt shaker perfectly with the pepper mill. It’s noticing the crack in the sidewalk that looks exactly like the face of a grumpy cat.
Instead, I zoom in.
So go ahead. Get lost in the spiral of a snail’s shell. Count the bubbles in your sink. Trace the grain of your wooden desk. emma bugg a tiny distraction
It might just save your life. Or at least, your afternoon. A tiny distraction is the chipped edge of
When the world is too loud, a tiny distraction is a volume knob you actually control. When your thoughts are a hurricane, a tiny distraction is a single, dry match. It’s noticing the crack in the sidewalk that
Emma Bugg
Emma Bugg isn’t a person. (Or maybe she is. Maybe she’s the friend who pokes you in the ribs during a funeral to show you a funny cloud.) Emma Bugg is a permission slip. A reminder that you are allowed to be delighted by the miniature, the mundane, the momentarily meaningless.