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Content of the day: my nails are pretty. 

Lol, it’s crazy how the littlest of the littlest things can make me happy. I could be having one hell of a day, then I’ll hold my hands up, see my nails and immediately burst into a smile.

Because my life may suck, but at least I have fine nails. 

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This got me thinking about how often we wait for everything to be okay before we allow ourselves to actually enjoy the moment.

But what if it doesn’t have to be perfect? What if it just has to be what it is?

I came across a tweet recently that said something along the lines of, “I know you want to be up there, but you are here right now, and here can be beautiful too.”

And whew, that’s it.

I know your reality might be shitty right now. I know things may not look the way you imagined them. But even in the middle of all of that, there can still be something beautiful. Something silly. Something worth smiling about.

Dearest reader, you can try my silly little trick whenever life gets heavy. It’s a two step process.

Step one: Admit it. Admit that your life sucks right now or whatever is bothering you.

Step two: Pick one thing. Just one thing you’re utterly grateful for, impressed by, excited about, or simply in love with about your life.

At the end of the day, you should have something like:

“My life may suck, but at least I have this…”

For me, today, it’s my nails. 

Here may not be perfect, it may not be polished It may not even be where you want to be.

But surely, here can be beautiful too.






@favvy_Okwansđź–¤.

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