Today I picked out a pearl-embellished little black dress to wear to work. It’s Friday, which calls for a little pizzazz.
Even a gal who doesn’t “party” anymore can enjoy a flouncy dress to ring in the weekend, right?
Of course she can.
I strolled through Cambridge, Dunkin Donuts in hand and my Karen Walker shades on. I felt fantastic, with a Holly Golightly energy about me.
Dressing up gives me life!
I hopped onto the bus in Harvard Square and headed into the office. Listening to a song that I envisioned as the soundtrack to my glamorous morning commute, I closed my eyes and felt grateful for this summer day.
I hopped off the bus and walked into my office. As I sat at my desk, a coworker walked by and said hello.
“You look nice today,” he remarked.
“Thank you,” I replied.
“I say this because it’s casual Friday,” he continued. “You don’t have to dress up.”
“I know.” I smiled. Dressing up makes me happy.”
Although it’s Friday and I could have worn jeans, life is about the moments- especially the small ones- that bring you joy. Slow down and smell the flowers, spritz on that special perfume, and splurge on a delicious lunch.
Here’s to Casual Friday- and doing what gives your own workday a little pizzazz.
The best things in life are free.
The older I get, the more I enjoy time to myself, strolling the streets, and taking in all the beauty around me.
As a city dweller, it’s easy to become conditioned to more- more action, more material things, and more excitement. However, with so much to see and so many beautiful things to take in, it doesn’t take any money or resources to have a wonderful day- just simple awareness.
I’m grateful to be able to stop and smell the roses- with a little mindfulness and gratitude, you’ll see that the simple pleasures in life truly are the best.
Yesterday wasn’t anything out of the ordinary- yet it was a delightful Saturday afternoon.
It was one of those sunny, frigid December days; the type of day when you need sunglasses and gloves. With my notebook and planner in hand, I crept into a cafe for coffee and a warm place to write.
I spotted an empty seat by the window and hoped it would still be there by the time I ordered my drink. However, not only did I notice the empty seat- I noticed a familiar face at the spot next to what I hoped to be mine.
I remembered this person from the summer- we had sat next to each other at the window on the opposite side of the cafe. Just like me, he seemed to prefer the window seats- and just like the time before, I had my journal, planner, and black coffee.
We said a few words this time- chatting about the cold weather, our birthdays, and the dark winter days. He offered me his New Yorker magazine after writing in silence, looking out the window, and sipping warm drinks.
You always wonder what will come out of something like this; you wonder what the stranger sitting next to you will say, what they’ll do, or if you will ever see them again.
However, Saturday afternoon was perfect; because sometimes it’s just nice to have someone to quietly sit with.