Things I Love

I haven’t done one of these in a while; I’m at a place where I should. It’s less of a need to express gratitude, but a desire to. It’s the key to independence and the key to opening all doors of possibilities.

Be grateful. Give thanks. It’s the littlest things in life that make all the difference—keep your eyes up and heart open. These are the things that I love and make me love…

• It’s my brother’s birthday today—happy 17th! I can’t even begin to express just how blessed I am to have such an amazing guy in my life. Wishing I was home to celebrate his new driver’s license and his special day with one too many slices of cake. ♥
• Beautiful, beautiful friends, whose hearts are worth their weight in gold. Inside and out. I love the late night pillow-talks and the spontaneous phone calls. It’s both incredible and humbling to know that there are such strong girls out there who are paving their way towards success. Nothing will stop them—nothing. I’m honored to call them my best friends, my sisters, my soul mates.
• Opportunities. Earlier this week I had photoshoot and interview with a university magazine recognizing my (humble!) achievements thus far. Sometimes you just need validation that what you’re doing is right; this is what I needed.
• The smell of hairspray-clouded dressing rooms and the rush of hair and makeup, pre-show… I’ve missed it. So, so much; it’s been years since I’ve last performed in front of a crowd, and even more years since I’ve stepped foot in a performing hall. Performing this past weekend with my university dance company was what I needed to feel reignited. I want to dance again. Truly dance. Under the spotlight, in the stagelight.
• Velour tracksuits. I fully endorse them. Do you think otherwise? Watch me zip up my hoodie defiantly; I am an advocate for comfort and practicality especially when they look so sweet. I’ve hoarded two sets in a Victoria’s Secret sale and can’t help but want more wear them all the time. As much as I can get away with without it bordering on being socially unacceptable. I’m clean, I promise.
• + Sweet little nothings.

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Editor’s Note: I realize that as I publish this, it will no longer have been Thursday. I refuse to change the title, I adore cheesy alliteration to no end.