Thank you, September
October 1st is already here, but I didn’t want to move forward without thanking the universe for all the magic in the month of September.
Let’s chat about my gratitude list for the month of September.
shot on my iPhone
Queen. I watched Bohemian Rhapsody this month and let’s just say…I have a newfound love for them and their story. The days following, I kept having dreams about their music.
Kenny. We got to meet for dinner after a long overdue three years of not seeing each other! Talking, laughing, eating, and crying together made me feel like I was reconnecting with a part of myself. I think that’s more than enough reason to forever cherish someone like him in my life.
Adora. I found myself randomly FaceTiming her the evening she got back from her roadtrip to and around Canada. She understands me like no other. I deeply admire her for showing me the importance of protecting your peace. It was a different kind of comfort when we got to just cry together as we spoke. I’m still feeling so much love from it ‘til this day.
Krystal. We met for a lil’ Sunday date at the Larchmont Farmer’s Market and lunch at Great White. The food exceeded our (low) expectations—everything we ordered was pretty scrumptious. I felt we were so deeply in tune with one another this day. Exchanging our patience and honest truths to one another provoked even deeper emotions and a few tears. It all could not have come at a more perfect time.
Partying with my sisters at Zedd in the Park. It was our first time attending an event like that altogether. We even made kandi for each other, haha. I always love getting to take care of them and make sure they are having the time of their lives.
Crispy, ice cold beer. Meagan and I finally fulfilled our “dreams” of going to the brewery to pound some (more like one) beers like some dads would after a long day of work. I don’t even like carbonated drinks. Why can’t I get rid of this random beer craving? I just want one sip. Just one.
The sense of community I have always grown up in. I found some old elementary-middle school yearbooks the other day, and I couldn’t help but want to give my younger self a fat hug. I grew up around some amazing people and teachers who I still hold near and dear to my heart. You could imagine the cheesy smile on my face when I read some of the last-day-of-school messages written in my old yearbooks.
Meagan. I had a mental breakdown as soon as I got home from work one day. I came to my room to find that Meagan finished and folded my laundry (which she never does, it’s actually always the other way around) and not only that, but she put all my underwear into the shape of a heart. I sobbed even more.
