Last week, I was hanging out with a friend who I hadn't seen in a few months. As we got through the small talk - jobs, life, etc. - he told me that I never seem happy. That I'm always on the fence about everything and never satisfied. Immediately, I felt terrible because I don't want to be like that! I want to be happy! I want my forward-facing attitude (at the very least) to be hopeful and resilient, not beaten down.
Oh God, I'm Debbie Downer.
I've decided, for my own well-being, to start taking stock of the things that I'm grateful for even when I'm up-in-the-air about life. I might not be the happiest person these days, but I can be grateful for the little things that make my days so much better and my life worth living.
Oh God, I sound like I'm going to kill myself. I'm not!!!
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Dear Boston in the summertime, there are times when you’re hot, but not humid, and there’s not a single dark cloud in the sky. When I walk around your cobblestone streets with my horrible ankles, find a seat on the waterfront, get too much sun and just zone out. Those days are the days I feel lucky to call this place my home, no matter where I live in my life.
Dear Yoga with Adriene, thanks for making me make time for myself and let me escape my brain for just 30-60 minutes every day. And thanks for making me STRONG AF.
Dear Ruthie, thanks for being excited to see me every day when I come home. Even though I know you'd eat me if I died.
Dear the song “Too Close” by Next, thanks for being the best song about public boners.
Dear blonde hair, thanks for being the best choice I’ve ever made.
Dear Hallmark Channel’s Christmas in July, thanks for existing. I know your movies are completely horrible, but your tried-and-true formula of a lady protagonist in constant search of the true meaning of Christmas really makes me happy. They also really make me feel like a great writer based on how bad the writing of those movies are.
Dear nail salon, thanks for reminding me that I can get a gel nail color change and not pay the full price of a manicure every two weeks. You’ve made me feel less guilty about my constant need for fresh nails. And thanks for always asking me if I'm "going out tonight" on weeknights. You think I have a much cooler life than I do.
Dear work travel, thanks for pushing me out of my comfort zone and allowing me to visit places that I love and experience them for the first time on my own. So many #dinnersforone.
Dear candles that smell like tobacco, you’re weird but I like you.
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