It’s a curious concept how some mornings we wake up knowing it’s going to be a good day, or oppositely a bad one. We all know how to start a bad day: wake up late, have nothing to wear, out of coffee, stuck in traffic, forget to put deodorant on… the possibilities are endless.
But yesterday, I found myself walking down a busy city street feeling spectacular, and asked myself why that was. I was on my way to school so it definitely wasn’t the days activities, and was also exhausted after just returning hours earlier from a weekend getaway. But in dark skinny jeans, a tan trapeze cut top, a cropped autumn tan Free People jacket, a slate blue and neutral scarf, my off white BCBG flats – permanently stained by the city streets, paired with my white and tan Nine West summer purse, I realized today had endless promise. I mish-moshed my outfit that morning and wouldn’t you know it came out perfectly complimentary. I was also feeling accomplished because I actually decoded my Spanish Literature poems for once, while I usually don’t bother with cracking the book. Top this off with my newly downloaded music and I was strutting through the cross walks.
So, “what makes a good day?”, I wonder, as the same feeling overcomes me this morning before I’ve even left the apartment. Yet another great outfit, paired with complimentary nails, a completed art project, but most likely the two cups of coffee I’ve already had and the one I’m looking forward to picking up from my Argentine friends at Starbucks.