I got a new pillow today; nothing fancy, a $5 one from Gabe’s. But my little heart is so excited, it is uncanny. The concept of playing an adult is stigmatized as it is. Work like crazy to be able to afford dumb things like toilet paper and bottled water but it doesn’t have to be that way. With history of depression and an ungodly amount of desire to never get to a point of needing medication again, it is mandatory for me to look for joys in little things. Little things like an accidental curly fry (HIMYM reference ;) ), a whooping $5 pillow, a parking spot 2 feet closer ..... just anything. Easier said than done, but we can sure as hell TRY. Like that one time you were so upset the jar of Nutella was practically empty but then you swirled a cup of coffee in it and made a hazelnut iced coffee; if you hadn’t done that yet, you are a proud owner of this fabulous idea btw; but point being: TREAT YO’ SELF (parks and rec reference) for every little thing because it has to start somewher