Random Thoughts Thursday 513

One of my coworkers is always telling me how much she loves the painted rocks I bring in. Whenever I asked if she’d taken one yet, she’d say, “I haven’t seen the right one.” So every time I brought in a new rock, I’d show it to her and ask, “Is this the one?” She’d smile and say, “Cute! But not it.” I kept telling her I knew what I wanted to paint for her. Last weekend, I finally did, and when I brought it in on Monday, she loved it so much we both teared up. She said I made her day, and I told her her reaction made mine. It was a good way to start the week.

On our walk Sunday, I told Steven how fun it is to learn A LOT about something random just because someone I know is so into it. He asked for an example, and of course my mind went blank—until I thought of Bad Bunny. Thanks to my gym friends, I know all about his Puerto Rico residency, how odd getting tickets was, the whole experience at the show… and that he’s doing a live concert on Amazon Prime this Saturday. Steven had no idea who Bad Bunny even was, so maybe that wasn’t the best example. Or maybe that made it the perfect one—now he knows too!

At work this week someone noticed me using a bowl holder and asked what it was. I explained it keeps me from burning my hands when I pull my oatmeal out of the microwave, and that a friend made it for me. They laughed and said I always have the cutest little things and that I’m basically a walking Etsy page. Thanks? (They meant is as a compliment.) I probably didn’t help when I pointed out that my earrings were handmade by a friend, too. BUT WHAT IS LIFE IF I DON’T HAVE CUTE LITTLE THINGS TO BRING ME JOY DAMMIT.
Do you ever catch yourself using certain people as examples of how you don’t want to act or turn out? Kind of a terrible question, but maybe it’s a common thing? Lately I’ve been wondering what those people would think if they knew they were that example? I wonder if I am anyone’s. Probably! Ha.
All that said, one of my biggest goals in life is not to turn into a miserable, unfun old person. But damn, there is just constant shit being thrown my way. I’m really getting a lot of practice in not sweating the small things day after day after day (until one little thing trips me up (see: yesterday), and then I have to recollect myself and get back at it). I’m changing a lot though. BUT I AM STILL GOING TO FOCUS ON HAVING FUN DAMMIT.