grace in small things. 29 of 365.

being able to talk to people who love you when you are having a very unhappy morning.
no matter how bad a situation, never losing your sense of humour.
having a conversation with someone that turns your whole day around, and having that conversation inspire them as much as it helped you.
not regretting decisions.
taking a dear friend out for dinner to say thank you for everything they have done for you recently.

grace in small things. 28 of 365.

the song ‘letter from god to man’ by scroobius pip.
wandering around Chinatown.
spring.
waking up with the feeling that today was about new beginnings and change, and being right.
finally having the conversation with someone that I should have had months ago.

waking up to a clean apartment.
running errands for work in the morning which meant spending time outside enjoying the beautiful weather.
the glorious napping possibilities that await me this weekend.
selecting songs for the dance party I’m going to be having with myself ten minutes from now.
knowing that I’m going to be the best dancer at the dance party. And probably the best looking too.

being told by my landlady that I look elegant.
managing to turn a few heads even though I live in the gayest neighbourhood in the city.
black leather high heeled boots and pearl earrings.
a skirt that swings in time with my steps.
red lipstick.

having a picnic at my desk with fresh rosemary bread, delicious cheese, perfectly ripe cherry tomatoes and homemade iced tea.
finally having a free night to clean my disastrously messy apartment.
Flight of the Conchord videos.
Anjou pears.
memories of foreign borders, swords, cheap rolex’s and islands.

getting to spend the day doing my favourite thing at work.
getting praise for how well I do that part of my job.
popcorn made on the stove.
extra butter and salt on the popcorn because that’s how I like it, and I live by myself so no one can judge me, except my fish, but I don’t listen to him because he eats bloodworms and swims in a circle.
run on sentences.

waking up and seeing a forest outside of the window.
getting to see someone else’s morning routine.
having a few hours to yourself, in a place that feels comfortable, to work in silence.
being able to hear the rain, without the sound of the city behind it.
coming home.

spontaneous trips out of the city.
uneventful ferry trips that allow me to catch up on work.
being able to tune out the chatter of 50 young asian students all in matching uniforms – the girls with the same haircut and the boys with the same bored expression.
giving a ride to a Korean Mary Kay representative who was stranded at the ferry.
getting free stuff, and the promise of a free facial from the Korean Mary Kay rep as a thank you for driving her home.