The Little Things

I hit the snooze button multiple times before I had energy to get up from bed. It had been two weeks since I was reluctant to attend classes.So, each morning I would always find ways to avoid attending classes. Frankly speaking, none of the practice I did was healthy. I was either scrolling my twitter feeds, consuming endless information about war and politics, which I knew was only going to ruin my day further. But again, anything just to waste my time until I passed the time for the class. Yet, today was slightly different.

I got dressed and attended classes. That was too, because I needed to return my colleague’s book and the lunch money I owed earlier. Surprisingly, I looked presentable and pretty today. The weather was nice and I picked a soft-colored pink that matched my skin color perfectly. I also threw some soft-pastel lipstick which emphasized my face features. My hair was also not greasy and it was stunning. It was wavy in a perfect way. Of course, I did not forget to capture the moment, especially when the sun rays illuminated my face.

As I reached my class, I opened my laptop and began to see my tasks. I hated looking at it. Although that might had been my procrastination talking. So, I closed it down. Immediately. Then, I talked to a friend discussing about articles we found online. Until, another dearest friend, whom I was also chatting at that time decided that it was better to have a call.

Although mood was at its worse that time, but after talking to that person, I was motivated. That person gave a positive vibe and energy that I needed. I learned so much by talking to them and I had always been enjoying our conversation. Despite we weren’t talking about writing or creative pursuits, they reminded the reason of Why I Write.

Writing should not be motivated by monetary value rather than ideas we want to convey.

Another thing that I learned was also connecting with alike minded individuals. That reminded the reason I spent so much time on steem while I could technically spent it elsewhere. I just felt I fit in right here ­not on facebook, tumblr, or elsewhere. I fit in right here.

It is the place where I committed for so long in contrast to other places I had been.

In the past, I tried different place to write. None of them was permanent. The excitement wore off after a month or two. Often, it was because I found less articles which was within my interest. On the other hand, on steem, I could find anything from wellness, cryptocurrency, minimalist living, off the grid lifestyle, homesteading and some other thought-provoking articles in which I always would want to comment but afraid to.

Then, we ended the call because my neoclassic literature professor was coming. It was a presentation day. Some students were talking about a guy whose name I did not remember since nobody in their sane mind would even ask me about it.Long short story, I was then, happier and motivated. Not because the class but because the conversation I had earlier that was eye-opening.

All in all, these little things in life never fail to put a smile on my face.