I am as much of a planner as I am a last minute winger.
Some days I wake up feeling excited not knowing exactly what my day is going to be like. There’s always an angel on the right side of my shoulder who urges me to plan and make every minute productive. Then there’s the little creature with horns on the left, tempting me with the thrill and adventures of spontaneity.
But sometimes if you’re lucky, you get to do both.
It happens when you wake up to a text from friend “i’m around if you’re free to shoot”, and all the sudden, plans for laundry and grocery shopping go out the window. (Which, let’s be honest, I am happy to put off) With no premeditated outfit, setting, or vision in mind, we simply walk aimlessly until bumping into something that captivates us. It goes a little bit like:
"Hey check out that truck, there's some cool graffiti art on em"
-Hops on side of truck- "How does this look?!"
I don't know, maybe soaking in the sun and dancing in the wind is good for the soul.
Days of spontaneous wondering like this are times when i rekindle a sense of magic with this city, when i reshift my focus to not the monotony of my everyday, but to things, moments, and people that make me want to grip on to a fire that triggers my every nerve, that makes me feel alive.
So, is it cliche? To say I love blogging because it gives me the power to immerse myself in a different world, a world that's a getaway from my to do list, work inbox messages, and gossip that I never cared much for to begin with. It gives me a greater purpose when embarking on aimless adventures, though not technically productive, but fills me so much in unexplained joy and inspiration.
In this case, it also helps when I've stocked up on comfortable and stylish basics that allow me to hop on and off any dust covered truck I want.