The Everyday

(Song: Kina Grannis’ “Valentine”)

It’s almost Valentine’s Dayyyy and i’m so excited! YAYYYYY! And no, not because it’s my birthday aha, but because i genuinely love Valentine’s Day! AND YES…YES I DREW A PICTURE/COMIC THING FOR IT. Hahaha ohhhh geeeeez… Before you judge me, please finish reading haha.

Every year I hear so many comments about how Valentine’s Day is stupid or that it’s a sad day because “i don’t have anyone”. For me though, Valentine’s Day has never been about a guy, but about love. And that’s what makes it for me every year, regardless of whether or not I have a “special someone”.

As a kid, it was never about buying a special gift for your lady/man friend (we had cooties back then lol), but it was about the fun of giving cute little cards/candy and getting stuff back in return. I remember that every Valentine’s Day in elementary school we would decorate those little brown lunch bags with hearts and write our names on it and then hang it around the classroom. Then on the actual day, we would all go around and drop off our Valentines in everyone’s bags. Obviously at that age I didn’t understand that it was about couples, but I still loved how fun it was.

And I think that has stuck with me until today. This past weekend, I spent a couple of hours going to stores buying construction paper, glitter, and Valentine’s candy. Yes, I’m making Valentines and giving people chocolate and candy aha. I suppose it seems a bit silly and laughable, even to me, but I don’t care. I honestly was so happy while shopping around and i’m so excited to make all the Valentines (I’m obviously really behind since i have ONE day left…lolllfml), but i’m more than down to pull an all-nighter making all the cards hahah. I’m sure most people will think i’m crazy or weird, but i truly love Valentine’s Day and what it means. To me, it’s that day in the year where I get to tell my family and friends how much I adore them and how happy I am that they’re in my life. That’s not something I get to do very often, nor feel like I should do. That’s why V-Day to me is so special. It’s about sitting down and doing something personal for someone that I care about. i love giving the cards to people and seeing them smile. It honestly does make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, as cheesy as it sounds.

Then again, i’m REALLY sappy and i love getting sentimental, so i’m sure that helps with the day ;] haha.

But really, i freaking love Valentine’s Day. A lot. :]

Happy Valentine’s Day Everyone. xo <3

So here i am…somehow reunited with Tumblr once again, ha. i had one last semester that i posted on every once and a while, but then deleted it. Not sure what it is, but suddenly had the urge to make one again. i doubt many will read it, which is more than fine-more of a personal thing i suppose. And to those dedicated readers (or stalkers? ha), hope you enjoy these little posts. Don’t expect some kind of a written masterpiece from me. That’s never my objective.

Each time i write a post, i’ll do it to one song on repeat. i’ll try to add it with my post, if you wanna read with the music i wrote to. Today’s was “Your love is a song” by Switchfoot. Happy Monday and here it is.

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For the next 30 minutes or so, it’s just this song, this post, and me. 

This past Sunday morning, even though i was still pretty sick, I decided to take advantage of the beautiful sunny weather and go on a hike through the hills with Sara. Best hour spent in a long time. At one point, while coming down, she showed me this “secret spot”, a bench built into a tree that looked out directly at the bay. And it was there that she reminded me of how we never stop. Us, humans. It’s just a constant stream of doing this and going there and thinking about that and worrying about this. i was surprised when she brought it up, and i realized how right she was. The entire time i had been thinking about all the reading i had to do and planning out my schedule for the rest of the day, completely missing the point of the hike. It was about enjoying the company of a good friend, breathing in the crisp air, and feeling the sun on my face.

It was when i became aware of this that i felt the weight that had been on me all morning disappear. The scattered thoughts in my brain cleared and for a few  minutes, i sat on that bench and just….was.

No thoughts of school or work. No planning. No schedule. No worries.

Nothing.

Just me. Breathing. Feeling. Realizing…

realizing how alive i was. How alive the world around me was…

and how little i noticed usually.

Every day is always such a rush. i feel like i’m always running somewhere, like one of those toys you wind up. But it’s not just me, physically. It’s my mind too. Always on. Every day. i’m constantly doing something: worrying, planning, doing, working, this, that, here, there, updownleftright, running running runnning running…

But here’s to me stopping everyday, for an hour, a minute, a moment. Stopping everything. My troubles, my thoughts, my work and just focusing on the present. On that very moment. On every breath i take, on the beating of my heart, on the smells and sights and colors. In my rush, i overlook the tiny little details on what makes this world around me so beautiful. i forget the significance of me even being alive. i think nothing of it. i take it all for granted.

i’ve been up and running since 6 am this morning. 7 hours of work straight to a class and finally made it back home at 8 PM, 14 long hours later.

i still have two meetings to go to tonight, a reading summary to do, hundreds of pages to read…

but none of that matters right now.

In 20 minutes, i’m going to be in a room, talking, thinking, mind and body running again…the beginning of a long night ahead. 

But until then, as i walk down to that meeting, those glorious 15 minutes will be mine entirely. For 15 minutes, i am responsible for absolutely nothing. The world’s got nothing on me.