From the teeny tippy toes and fluffy tutus at 3 years old to pointe shoes and daily rehearsal at 18, I have always loved dance. My favorite was ballet: I loved the precision, the grace, the athleticism of it. Working my thigh into a greater turnout (which, granted, was not much) while my heel was kept forward, my toe back, my knee higher, all while the other leg was busy supporting me, my shoulders back, my arms strong yet fluid, and my face pleasant. Ahh how I miss it. Thankfully, I get find almost as much joy from watching it, and I hope someday life allows me to do that regularly.
2. Slow Mornings
Whether it’s a bowl of Special K Chocolatey Delight (just try it, you won’t be disappointed) and an hour or two sitting on my bed reading and daydreaming, or a big, sizzling breakfast with friends and family around the table, drinking coffee and sharing stories, sleepy eyes and wide smiles— I love slow mornings. They usually happen on holidays when we get up early to celebrate a birthday or on Christmas when no one feels the need to change out of their pajamas, but sometimes they happen on the most ordinary day—and that’s always a real treat. It’s these mornings where the to-do lists are miles away, and the only thing that feels important in that moment is the beauty of a new mercy-filled morning and the people sitting around you.
3. Sonic Runs
I’m breaking out of the Instagram-esque world for a minute to remind you of a wonderful, common thing called fast-food milkshakes and half-price drinks. Sonic is the best place for both, and my roommate and I have shared some sweet moments at the one roughly 10 minutes away from our house (the perfect distance—just far enough to let you breathe, but close enough to give you the excuse). What’s even better about our shared Sonic runs is the telepathy that allows us to just know when the other is craving it. “You want to go—?” “Yeah, I’ll drive.” It’s fantastic, and only slightly creepy.
4. Comfy Sweatshirts
At first I had this labelled “Comfy Sweaters,” and then I realized that was crazy and sweatshirts are way more comfy and way more practical. I’m wearing one of my five right now. These sweatshirts are like home for me. The thickness and weight makes me feel secure, the bigness makes me feel like I can be myself because I’ve got no one to impress, and the various logos and sentiments attached to them remind me of some great memories. I always dread the 100 degree weather of the summer that makes it just a little too insane to wear them even inside the house.
5. New Journals
A friend surprised me with a thank-you gift yesterday—the most beautifully painted, textured, handmade and eco-friendly journal—with unlined pages!! I had been looking for a journal all week, and this was exactly what I was looking for; I literally screamed with excitement. I love new journals, and I love this newest one, because I love the freshness and possibility they hold. Nothing short of life—with all its victories, defeats, prayers, and praises—will be lived and re-lived among those pages. And since life is lovely, so are new journals.
Rachel Causey is a soon-to-be college graduate with a degree in English that has perfectly prepared her for a summer leading camp counselors, a semester working who-knows-where, and a 10-month internship in the Philippines with an international human rights organization. She loves language, dear friends, and taking advantage of open doors, however nervous they sometimes make her. She writes her thoughts about this odd, trust-necessitating, mostly mundane, and Jesus-redeemed life over at ‘Tis So Sweet (rccausey.wordpress.com).