The Small Things

Zara jacket (similar)
Aritzia tank (similar)
Paige jeans (c/o Shopbop)
Jonak mules (similar)
Sezane bag
Zara sunglasses (similar)
Keltie Leanne Designs ring (c/o)
Location: The Burrard Hotel – Vancouver, BC

By Thursday afternoon I am, invariably, tired. Not physically tired. Adulthood teaches me, over and over, that there are many different ways of being tired. The nature of my work, which requires me to spend my days at a desk, means that I end most days full of physical energy but unable to contemplate anything more psychologically complex than reading Vogue or watching Netflix. And yet, every Thursday afternoon without fail, I sit down to write a blog post for the following day.

I’ve worked on this schedule for so long now that it is a routine, one I rarely question or consider critically. But the pattern is the same every week. Thursday afternoon comes, I sit down to write and I find that my inspiration tank is empty. What can I really say for myself, except I’m tired and I can’t wait for it to be Friday night, when I won’t have to set an alarm to wake me up before the sun the following morning? As it turns out… very little.

I’m not the type of person to focus on positivity. Or even to use the word positivity. I find complaining to be a genuinely therapeutic exercise. The act of pretending that there is some flickering light shining somewhere at the end of a metaphoric tunnel when everything feels like it’s going to hell makes me feel somewhere between disingenuous and utterly livid. But I can appreciate the big picture. And in the big picture, my complaints are minor at best. And when they get to be too much, I have the luxury of being able to focus on small things, little bits of joy in a day-to-day existence that is mostly just mundane. Like new shoes, and freshly coloured hair, and wine dates with friends. There really are a lot of small things that can make big aggravations seem temporarily less relevant when you take time to think about it.

…the key, of course, is actually taking time to think about it. Which is easier said than done sometimes, I know.

It’s Friday. I’m tired, like I always am at this point in the week. But I have a lot of small things to feel good about, not the least of which is that Saturday is just around the corner. Happy weekend!