My mood is 75% contingent on the weather. Whether or not it’s a blessing or a curse, you be the judge. I am willing to blatantly admit that I am my best-self during the day, under the sun.
But, never did I ever imagine to have such a strong deficiency of Vitamin D within the last four-and-a-half months. Which in retrospect is st00pid of me because I *literally* went from living on an island in the middle of the pacific to the East-end of the country.
I’m only half-joking when I say that I’ve probably complained about the shitty weather here once a day. But, I’m not joking when I say that Boston’s weather is more confusing and frustrating to comprehend than boys here. It’s so easy to get caught up in running between classes and meetings on those overcast days. In lieu of all that, I think I’ve also realised that there must be some beauty and merit to the seemingly bipolar nature of seasons here on the East Coast.
Because, I guess, that’s what I do.
So here is my bad weather ballad and here’s to what I’ve learned: no one can change my mood except for myself, because, no matter how hard my god-sent-gifts of a best friend can attempt to lure my cheeriness out with tubs of HaloTop and contagiously idiotic memes, ultimately, my mindset is mine alone.
And if the big things aren’t around anymore to keep you feeling happy, then, it’s in the little things. And it’s up to you to find them. Maybe it’s in the avocado toast that you make every morning whilst frivolously denying your “basic” tendencies. It’s in seeing a friend when you’re making your way to the library. It’s in warm hugs with people you love and feeling sincerely skippy from the bottom of your heart.
Never stop searching for the joy in the little things. Never stop being grateful.
Love and keep your heart full.
