gratitude in the misty midst

i am grateful for…

1) free storage a.k.a. my mom’s basement

2) the sight of floor in our house, which means the absence of boxes. progress!

3) knowing that i am growing. two sure signs of growth: joy and crankiness. check and check. living with the man i love = yay! being an only child who has never shared space like this before = bitch monster. i’m so used to controlling every atom of my personal space that it’s literally an affront to my bratty inner child (as opposed to the happy, wounded, chill, curious, and other inner children). like, what do you mean i have to accept navy blue kitchen canisters and that it’s no big deal?!? internal tantrum ensues. external breathing continues. self love in all of this? hard. looking.

4) the still-beautiful autumn leaves

5) outlet malls. i mean crowded, annoying, bad food, people who can’t seem to walk a straight line, but, deals! fun! great dishes, storage thingies, trash can, fun!

6) locking myself in the bathroom for nearly two hours of concentrated organizing fun. who buys all this crap? (oh right me, at outlet malls.) the butterfly clips have gone the way of the wind (as is their plastic will. butterfly clips are free). as have the rotten lipbalms and expired supplements and tiny rubberbands from the time I thought i’d give myself cornrows. but the rest all has a nice, peaceful organized home. and it feels good. did cavepeople do this? organize their stone collections and clay rouge?

7) yogurt and granola for breakfast. the right kind.

8) wind

9) clouds full of gray light

10) the nice pedicure place down the block. only in nyc does a pedicurist ask how much rent you pay on the first pedi. only in new york do i tell her, squirming.

11) still-crisp apples

12) patience extended to me in loving gallons with a side of hugs. thanks, bc.