- the man who got me to smile after telling me I looked like I had the weight of the world on my shoulders.
- fried tofu.
- people who tip their ferry driver.
- other people’s adventures with pigeons.
- mini watermelons.
Category: grace in small things
grace in small things. 119 of 365.
- the man with the fuscia Mohawk and the impeccably tailored suit.
- the delightful wooden cogs I found yesterday that make me happy even when I have the Rage.
- vegan chilli.
- the satisfaction of slamming every door I opened today.
- deciding that I was already having a bad day so I might as well go and get a pap test, and now I don’t have to worry about it for another year.
grace in small things. 118 of 365.
- being able to tell my dad that I love him on father’s day.
- picking through random piles of old wooden casting patterns and pieces and finding a few cool items that will become artwork on my walls.
- knowing that 30% of the money I spent on old wooden stuff will go to the food bank.
- pizza, the karate kid and a comfy chair.
- planning trips to saskatchewan because sometimes you just need to go home.
grace in small things. 117 of 365.
- the old man staring at the tree because even though I didn’t see anything worth looking at, he obviously did.
- the craftiness of seagulls.
- getting to the end of a hard week.
- the sound of people enjoying their balconies.
- daydreaming about my bed and how much I’m going to enjoy falling asleep tonight.
grace in small things. 116 of 365.
- cats who sleep in sinks.
- the smell of the air right before it rains.
- the splashing sound kit fishto makes when he jumps in his bowl.
- the people leaning out of their apartment window to have a conversation with their friend two floors up.
- the new leaf on my orchid.
grace in small things. 115 of 365.
- meeting my dear friend, whom I love, for her birthday breakfast of tea and baked goods.
- the busker who played Que Sera Sera, which I thought was pretty fitting, considering.
- the cathartic process of writing.
- birthday celebrations in the park with fabulous people and sugary cupcake induced comas.
- coming home to my quiet apartment.
grace in small things. 114 of 365.
- the dog whose markings made him look like he was wearing a tuxedo.
- my friends who check in to make sure I’m ok.
- vietnamese food.
- the weird hybrid puppy with giant paws.
- my fish who moves like a whirlwind.
grace in small things. 113 of 365.
- sunless tanner that smells like the beach.
- surviving a crow attack.
- my newly organised desk.
- getting dumped, because something good always comes of it.
- my goddamn optimism.
grace in small things. 112 of 365.
- saving myself for luke perry.
- things that taste like purple.
- board game nights.
- bowls full of candy.
- food magazines that let me fantasize about all the things I would cook if I wasn’t lazy.
grace in small things. 111 of 365.
- the “pirates, oh my” message written in chalk on the sidewalk.
- lou diamond phillips.
- the man wearing a floral print dress and a safety vest.
- white linen jackets.
- causing a ruckus.
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