Lately, I find myself overly appreciating everything. Anything may turn into a lovely piece of art, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing. I’ve learned to look at the positives in the not-so-positive moments, turning them into poetry or a symphony. I’ve learned to appreciate the smallest things. The other day, as I was doing some cleaning, a scratch on the console table got my attention. It made me stop for a thought of appreciation. Running my fingers through the small crater, I followed its shape. Beautiful, I thought, as I wiped away the dust. Beautiful? Maybe it isn’t really beautiful and I’m being overly sentimental and dramatic (because I just…