Day 11

I really like it when you kind of pick yourself up on a rotten day and do something wholesome. You hate the cold and the lack of sun. You know you get a bit blue when it’s cold and cloudy. But I love that you do small things for yourself on those days because you know yourself. You’ve really grown to take care of yourself.

I love how childlike you can be. You have so much playfulness in you. I mean, I think it’s ridiculous sometimes, but in the best way. I get pleasantly surprised and excited when you make spontaneous decisions to try something new or deliberately turn around to walk on a street you’ve never been on or when you randomly strike up a conversation with someone that you are not quite friends with, or how you, most of the time, talk to people in the elevator. I like that you deeply enjoy those small talks with strangers, perhaps even more sometimes than with those who you already know. You do have novelty-seeking tendencies but think about all the wonderful things you experienced because of them! You are full of surprises. You grin, aware of your previous complaints and your latent surrender to the fact that, after all, it wasn’t such a bad day.