“Being happy isn’t having everything in your life be perfect. It’s about stringing together all the little things.” – Ann Brashares, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants
As the sun sets on another Sunday, I find myself thinking about this past week. Like most weeks, I had too much to do and not enough time to do it. I had many moments of frustration; moments where I wanted to scream, curl up in a ball cry. In fact, I broke down during a session with my trainer (and not because he had me do weighted squats). But the low points don’t last forever, and eventually you pick yourself up with a few feel-good moments.
Success 1 – I Took a Fashion Risk
Ask anyone to describe me and you’ll hear an array of adjectives. Sweet, shy, snarky— just to name a few. But you’ll never hear fashion-forward.
That’s not to say I don’t care about clothes or the way I look. I just don’t have the theoretical balls to take risks. I prefer a basic pair of blue jeans to leopard-pint leather pants; a cute cardigan to faux-fur vests. I play it safe, and I’m usually OK with that.
But when I went to LOFT last weekend, a pair pants caught my eye. They weren’t the typical Leah pants– a blend of blues and browns in paisley pattern — but I needed to have them. Encouraged by some shoppers’ compliments, and a $25-off coupon, I bought them. Of course, they sat it my closet for a week before I found the courage to wear them. But when I did, I decided it was worth the wait.
I paired them with a white silk blouse and a pair of tan high-heels and, damn it, I think I looked good.
What do you think? What fashion risks have you taken?
Success 2 – I Made a Friend Feel Better
Whenever I get upset over the little things, and even the large things, I try to remember that there is always someone who has it worse. This week, that someone happened to be a friend.
My friend, who shall remain nameless since this isn’t her blog, had been hospitalized after suffering from seizures and other epilepsy complications. As someone who once spent a week wearing an ass-bearing gown and eating flavorless food, I know how horrible the hospital can be. And it’s even worse when no one visits you.
So this morning, armed with an assortment of magazines and some bottles of nail polish, I spent a few hours with my friend. We didn’t do anything special — just gossiped and painted each other’s nails. But the whole time, she had a smile on her face — a smile that told me she was going to be ok.
As I left the hospital, her mom wrapped me in her arms and thanked me for cheering up her daughter. While the thank-you was completely unnecessary it was nice to know that my small gesture had helped my friend feel a little bit better.
How did you pick yourself, or someone else, up from a low moment this week?