sometimes i go through the day, thinking like all i can hope for are those little moments of feeling like you are winning. you have these little victories scattered throughout your week that are so worthy of being celebrated. here are a few;
it might be the man on the subway who smiles at you and gives you his seat.
or the homeless man who says “hello, pretty lady!” whenever you pass him in harvard square.
or have little kids tug on your skirt after story-time, who appreciate all of your silly voices and faces when you pretend to be a big, burly bear.
it’s realizing that the beatles had it all wrong. happiness isn’t a warm gun, it’s a huge fish burrito eaten in the middle of boston common.
dirty jokes texted between you and your mom.
the beginnings of sweater weather. the little pin pricks of chills on my bare forearms have been a welcome experience.
it’s finding this hidden treasure (above photo). immediately fighting back urges to hyperventilate into a paper bag upon finding such a lovely sight. books outside for three dollars?! be still my heart.
it’s drinking an earl grey tea latte in the common, 45 minutes too early for my orientation yesterday.
the common is an interesting sight at 8:15 am. a man was fighting pigeons and a crowd of people were doing tai chi and all seemed right in the world.
what have been your little victories this week, dears?