I don’t know about you, but today was an odd day, which doesn’t mean that it was a bad one, just odd. I have been working on Misfit at Heart since very early this morning, constantly reminding myself that I needed to write a new post… and soon. Then I heard it, Marko‘s voice singing like a whisper in my ear, almost taunting me: It’s the little things, little things, little things That make the world. What does he mean by that? What is it that he wants me to write about? Don’t worry, I am not crazy – or maybe just a little – but like every other person I talk to…