today, i'm thankful for choosing to walk home after having my favorite chamomile tea at a coffee shop. i'm thankful for browns, caramels, and muted hues and light fixtures that contribute to the homeliness of a space and the level of relaxation i have as i'm in it. maybe these dramatic light fixtures are also the culprit to why, as i looked for a vacant seat in my favorite nook at the end of a well-lacquered, ornately crafted hardwood table, my eyes started to well up with tears and then and there i was filled with a chock-full of emotions. i'm thankful to have thought of "it comes in waves," my personal "get inside this moment, you idiot" callout and an inexact, maybe crappy variation of didion's original quote.
i'm thankful that my favorite seat in my favorite public nook is vacant. 25 minutes into browsing the internet, my ipod shut down so i plugged the charger in, and thankful that it failed to function; it means i'm gonna be scribbling notes in my head or on a yellow post-it pad i always carry around. i'm thankful that as i started writing song lyrics down, a habit i do to calm my always shaky nerves, i was crying again and thankful that i did not interrupt the moment by wiping tears away immediately but instead i let it flow, counting the intervals in between each teardrop.
i'm thankful that when i decided to go home, i did not rush to find a jeepney; instead, i allowed myself several minutes of thinking and deciding. i seldom allow myself this ever since i enrolled for the 2nd time in uni and immersed myself in heavy study schedules and i'm aptly thankful.
i'm thankful that i did not only choose to walk home, but took the longer route back.
- kflo (10/15/2016).
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