Just a twenty-something living the dream, trying to check off the bucket list, one entry at a time
So I unearthed this backlogged post from a couple months ago. I wrote it during the semester when I was about two seconds from going crazy. I needed a release, and I just started typing. This is what came out. I finally found it, finished it and thought I’d post it. Enjoy!
Some of the Most Perfect Things that are Really Small but Make all the Difference
As I sit here typing this up, I realize I probably shouldn’t be. After all, like any other normal Thursday, I have tests and quizzes to study for. I have homework due and research papers that need planned. I have obligations to clubs and activities. I have meetings and, god forbid, I attempt to see my friends once in a while.
But, while I shouldn’t be typing this, I really need to write it. Because if I didn’t, I’d probably go insane. And ain’t nobody got time for that.
Like college students across the country, my life is stressful. I’m not the exception; rather I’m the norm. College is stressful and competitive because the real world is stressful and more competitive
It’s easy to get caught up in the stress. It’s easy to check out and just be pissed off all the time. That’s a hell of a lot better than sitting down and dealing with your feelings. Because God knows we young college adults don’t do feelings. But in that hustle and bustle, I realized today that sometimes, it’s the little things that make all the difference.
So, I sat down and came up with a list of some of the most perfect little moments that seem insignificant, but really make all the difference.
The first sip of a really good cup of coffee on a day when you really need that cup of coffee. You know, that moment when you take the first sip and your eyes involuntarily close, and in that moment, nothing can compare to that latte in your hand.
When you’re having a bad day and sort of hating the world and that really cute guy decides to be a gentleman and holds the door open and smiles and says “you’re welcome” when you thank him.
Deciding to put off your homework and sitting on your dorm room floor with your roommate eating cookies and drinking hot chocolate and coloring with Crayola crayons.
108,000 people wearing white, screaming and cheering in unison under the lights as the sun sets on a gorgeous fall day and your team beats your undefeated biggest rival in 4 overtimes.
Seeing your best friend over school breaks and talking like nothing has changed and picking up right where you left off even though you haven’t seen her for four months.
When you’re on a first name basis with Rob the barista at the local Starbucks and he knows your order when you walk in the door.
When you wake up in the morning, and for some reason, your hair is cooperating and just looks nice for once.
Those days when your bed is made, your laundry is washed and put away and your dishes are clean and you feel like you really have your life together.
When a professor cancels class and you were supposed to have a test that day.
After a day of wearing jeggings and uncomfortable shoes, coming home and wearing yoga pants and fuzzy socks.
Wearing hockey jerseys. Because they’re just so darn comfy. (And maybe because you haven’t had time to do laundry in 2 weeks).
Wearing that same hockey jersey with your yoga pants to class and not even caring.
Hugs. Hugs from your best friend. Hugs from your mom. Hugs from your dad. Hugs from that cute guy who smells really good. Hugs from behind. Bear hugs that lift you clear off the floor. Hugs that are unexpected. Hugs from someone taller than you when you can just stand there and rest your head on their chest and they hold on a little tighter and a little longer, not necessarily in a romantic way, but in a “I’m here for you, it’s going to be ok” way. Actually, just any kind of hugs.
Coming home from college on break and eating home-cooked food from a fully stocked fridge and there’s free Wi-Fi and a really comfy couch and hours of backlogged TV shows on your DVR.
Having the kind of friendship where you can talk about anything from TV shows to deep feelings at any time. And I mean any time. Like 1 p.m. or 4 a.m. And knowing they won’t breathe a word of your secrets.
The kind of friendship where you insult each other, drive each other crazy and routinely tell each other that you hate each other, but really, you kind of love each other a lot. Like when they make fun of you for losing your voice when you’re sick, but five minutes later, they’re in your room with cough drops.
The kind of friend who knows when you’re freaking out in mild panic attack status and sit you down and talk you through all your crap.
Having a crush. Having a crush on someone where it might actually become something more. Having a crush on someone totally and completely undeniably unattainable, but having fun imagining what would happen if it actually did work out.
Finding a new song that you absolutely love and listen to twenty times a day and you still aren’t tired of it.
Having those moments, however rare, where you just sit back and have to smile, because in that moment in time, your life is perfect, you feel like the luckiest person in the world, you have a strangely calm feeling and somehow, you know it’s all going to work out just fine. You know, those moments where you just feel happy.