Oh Heyyyy,
Can we first just talk about how consistent I have been
about blogging lately. I’m feeling like a real winner over here.
Anywayyyssss, today, while obsessing over the clothes I left
on my made bed, I concluded that I am basically the definition of sweating the
small stuff. How crazy is it that my entire apartment is spotless, and all I
can think about are the two dresses and tank top that were I left laying on my bed?
I mean, who cares, right? Wrong… I care so, I can so much. I care that a few clothing items are currently unhung, I
care that my nail polish is starting to chip, I care that the invites to the
last party I threw didn’t match the décor, and I care that my wallet and purse
don’t currently match. Even as I write this, I realize I am totally OCD, but I seriously
can’t help it.
Sometimes, I wish I could be carefree… One of those people
that just go with the flow. I wish I was the kind of person that didn’t worry
about the gift wrap matching the colors of the present, but that just isn’t me.
I can’t help but sweat the small stuff, but I am realizing that it also makes
me appreciate the little things. I love the way a paper straw looks in a summer
cocktail; my heart smiles at a perfectly made bed; and I adore the look of a
mailbox with zero unread messages.
Sure, I am a total psycho, but at least I’m easy to please!
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