Yellow is the new white. My neutral as of late and now the color of my nails.

Sunday was a really good day. For fear of feeling deeply-rooted FOMO for those friends who relished in a 3-day weekend, I was worried I would get stuck in the I’m-in-sweatpants-and-can’t-up-trap of your standard 2-day weekend. Unfortunately I don’t allow myself enough time to do this but the fear is real (do I even know me at all?!).

So, Sunday. Tired AF from dancing my toosh off during the Drake breaks for my man Genuwine, Jeremih and Chris Brown, I woke up with a cup of coffee, toast and and began my day. I’m going to break this down by time stamps so I can feel like a true influencer but more so I don’t fall into my other fear: the endless stream of conciousness trap. More for your sake than mine. I’m cool with them.

7:45am – French press, a toaster and some hipster hemp seeds do make a girl stoked on the hour of half open eyelids and hair pushed all to one side.

8:30am – Put on an episode of Schitt’s Creek (“Ewwwwww, David”). Instantly feel more grounded as a human and hopeful for love (CAN WE TALK ABOUT PERFECT PATRICK?!) I hate to do it but #goals.

9:30am – OOMMMM. Yoga teacher, practitioner, enthusiast, I don’t find myself carving out enough time to get on my mat. This morning’s practice felt particularly awesome, stretching out my tight and sore body from a week of boxing, lugging furniture, typing passionately and mentally burned out from thoughts about feelings (more on this later). Not to mention, the 6’4″ hunk of a human who teaches it gave me a shoulder rub during tadasana.

11:30am – treat myself to my favorite salad spot for lunch. I never. do. this. It was nice to not have to pack a lunch and hope it made it one piece only to scarf it down among the protein shakers and granola bar wrapper crinkles at the gym.

12:00pm – head to Vuori for the fist time to cash in on a gift card won in a boxing class. Scored two sweaters and a couple new sales associate friends.

12:30pm – it’s a real toss up whether this guy I’m about to meet for coffee looks like his profile picture. He does, and better. We have a good introductory conversation and shift from oat cappuccinos to a little spot down the way for a glass of wine. A nice hug to round it out with a gentle joke about my chipping nail polish. Which I’m just about to fix.

3:00pm – mani with my ladies! And I go yellow. Went in for white, came out with sunshine fingertips. It didn’t help that I was also wearing yellow pants.

The rest of the evening shapes up to be a delight. Golden hour in my bedroom putting away laundry at no risk (thanks, gel) and cooking a healthy meal at home, something I cherish more and more as I fill my plate with not veggies but Google Calendar reminders, evening happy hours and coffee dates.

It’s days like this that time slows down and I can appreciate what’s in front of me instead of looking so far ahead. And though this manicure is coming to the end of its run on these 10 fingers and I have since been on another date with oat-cappuccino-man and decided it doesn’t feel right, it doesn’t hurt to reflect and still be thankful for moments, days like these. (Also a reminder to wrap the eff on these blog posts. I literally have 15 drafts. Get ready for some content overload or alternately, the beginning of the archives of unpublished material like Prince. Yes, I’m like Prince.)

Coming back into or really the start of a conscious gratitude practice, I’m thankful for easeful slow but purposeful days that unfold at the pace of a slow and content smile.

Had to share. Thanks for listening.