It's a quiet and easy going morning. I have an errand, but a pleasant one, meaning I'm mostly bound to driving around today. I don't mind, I rarely mind that. If there's a place and time when I feel completely free and careless, then that is when I'm driving a car. No heavy thoughts, just riding and being. It especially pleases me when it involves nice spring weather and such beautiful places as the ones I've visited today, mostly nature involved.
I am done by 10.00am and I start to feel a little bit hungry, so I stop at a grocery store on my way home. I buy myself a tuna tramezzino sandwich and a nice iced coffee. I craved it. Then I sit in my car yet again and start thinking up a spot where I could eat. I make a pit stop at this resting place along the road, that I drive past almost every day and that I really like. It's a beautiful sunny spring day, every bit of nature is turning green and it makes me so happy. I stop the car, snap a few pictures and indulge into my meal. Something's different today. It's one of those moments that you sometimes plan to do and it's almost cinematic as it happens, but it really is even more amazing when it occurs spontaneously. It's one of those moments that you want more often in life and instantly become grateful for. Alligned, yes, that is how I felt.
A few minutes later a guy stops at the spot as well. I don't mind. He gets out of the car and takes a stretch, leaving some music on. I can hear Dido playing. Haven't heard that album in quite a while, then a song comes up, one that I don't know by name and it sticks with me. I finish my "on the go" breakfast and slowly drive off. When I come home I hop on YouTube and yes, there it is. Hunter. I am obsessed for the day.
It amazes me how so little was necessary. This that just happened, this was wonderful. I should listen to the little voice in my head and do random things much more often.
The first thing I did when I got these is that I smelled them. And yeah, it was exactly as I thought it would be; that plasticy, gummy smell which instantly reminded me of my childhood and brought back all the memories of my very first jellys. Sweet summertime days and my mother's struggle to put those on me and my brother's feet, everytime we were about to hit the beach.
Transparent pink with glitter was once my color, but now I feel more like black. Because, monochrome forever.
jelly shoes: from ASOS by Truffle (on sale)
pants: AA Easy Jeans in black
It's February 9th today and this is probably the first time this year that I've popped around my blog to check on it, remember what I once used to do with it, see my old posts and feel that eagerness that I used to have back in time. It made me want to start again on many occasions, but until now I never did.
Maybe it's the still fresh "start of a new year" vibe, that kinda made me come here, it's giving me new ideas and in a way I really want to do more with my life this year, even though I don't tend to set any specific goals or resolutions anymore, I just let myself go and when something pops into my mind, I try to make the best out of it.
However, one funny thing is how I used to write this blog every week for a few years and I always thought in the back of my head "this is all bullshit anyway" & today I go and browse through it and realize that the only bullshit here is me not being able to believe in myself and follow my ideals, doing the things I like. I have always enjoyed writing and being creative in whichever way and today when I read those silly old lines, I miss the person behind them. Suddenly, they don't seem so silly anymore. Quite the opposite, now I just feel like and idiot for thinking to be an idiot.
So for the start, I might let some old beliefs vanish in the air and set that passion on fire yet again. Cause I kinda still got it, ya know.