most of my life has been spent in the pursuit of being Better: smarter, wittier, calmer, funnier, prettier, more outgoing, less outgoing… this manifested into the feeling of being on a merry-go-round that twirls at a velocity that makes you want to retch all thoughts of self improvement (this sounds as dramatic as it feels in the moment). once you finally make it off this spinning carousel there is a distinct note of dizziness as you try to steady yourself into a life held by realistic standards of yourself.
this is surprisingly not going to be an essay about ~embracing my imperfections~ which i do find to be important, but exhausting. and i’m tired and dizzy! at this moment i want to settle into the beautiful, special, charming pockets of my world that i deem to be perfect.
my perfect things:
texts from friends with disposable photos
falling asleep with a book in your hand
exclamation marks
the prada ss23 show
reaching into a pocket and finding a souvenir from a really great night out (ie karaoke ticket, match book, number from a stranger etc.)
the cardamom bun at la cabra
bodega flowers
my apartment when it’s full of candles
singing “before he cheats” at karaoke
seeing my parents drink their coffee on the porch together in the morning while they read the newspaper
twizzlers and diet coke
any apartment party that angelina throws
the mosaic tile of hats at the 23rd street subway stop
sourdough bread and salted butter
red socks
my grandmother’s old beat up chanel bag
having a crush
flakey maldon salt
the high line in the morning
eating whipped cream from the can
strangers holding hands
red nail polish
sydney when she’s wearing earmuffs
sydney when she’s not wearing ear muffs
laughing at work
the “they shoot single people, don’t they?” episode of sex and the city
a cartier tank watch (unfortunately)
bar/party/club makeouts
controversial but i have a good argument/theory for this
running into a friend on the street and having a stop-and-chat
an outdoor shower
pants that aren’t too short
giving compliments to strangers
getting compliments from strangers
when my peppermint tea is at the optimal temperature by the time i get into bed
the inexplicable fleeting wave of interconnectedness of new york- somehow in a city so large you are exactly where you are meant to be and with the people you are meant to be with at that very moment
finishing a book in one day at the beach
the sound of heels clicking on a side walk
pina coladas
watching a movie while knitting
being an imperfect person gets easier once you build a world around you filled with so much perfection
i would LOVE to hear what your perfect things are !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
interested in reading about the makeout theory
xx
reading substacks while watching friends on nickatnight from yet another Marriott hotel room while traveling solo for work