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the little things

Chloe Gordon

I saw this quote yesterday that stated, “What is the smallest thing that you are grateful for today?” 

And then I had an epiphany. 


Well, not the kind of epiphany that Homer has in the Simpson’s Movie (the best cinematic scene of all time, in my humble opinion), but literally something five notches below that on a scale from average to Homer Simpson’s epiphany. 

I think we all try to make the most of our days. We feel most productive when we’re doing more, finishing more projects, working out more minutes, eating healthier. Whatever. The more we do in a day the more we feel accomplished. At least I do. But the more I do in the day the less I have time to focus on the little things. Sometimes these little things are the most important.

Brace yourself because I’m about to get as cheesy as the literal cheese aisle in your local grocery store. 

Don’t say I didn’t warn you. 

But after I read that quote yesterday, I started noticing the little things. 

I realized how good my canned chili was. 
I noticed how awesome my co-workers are and our relationship is. 
I remembered that my laptop still works even though there were a few hours last semester that it wouldn’t work after I spilled water all over it. 
I realized how lucky I am to watch the sunset on my way home from work. 

Sure, it’s important to get shit done, but it’s also important to recognize the little things during your day and how grateful I am for them. Those little moments, when noticed, can add up and make you feel so warm and fuzzy and happy and lucky and alive. (heh, there’s the cheese I warned you about)

Anyways, thanks for reading and I hope you have a wonderful day filled with little moments of gratefulness. 


a little nervous, but all will be ok

Chloe Gordon

Lately, I’ve been struggling with anxiety of the future. For my entire life, up until this point, I haven’t had to question what the future would hold. I knew that fifth grade came after fourth. I knew that high school would definitely come after middle. I knew that once I got into college that I would be there for the next four years. But as my senior year is coming to an abrupt end, I’m scared. 


I’m scared I’m going to graduate without a job. I’m scared that I’ll have to depend on my parents longer than I should. I’m scared that I won’t know where to live. Honestly, being scared of so many things is making me scared that I’m losing myself. I’m usually a person that goes with the flow, that doesn’t really think too much about the future, that knows that things will work out. And right now, I’m not that person… and I hate it. 

I was talking to one of my favorite professors the other day about all these thoughts that I’d been having lately and he said, “Chloe, I know it sucks, but people like you are the ones that are going to end up being ok, because being scared is what drives you to succeed.”

And then I took a deep breath. And now I’m less nervous. Still nervous 1000%, but definitely less. I have no idea where I’ll be five months from today, but I just have to keep reminding myself that that is exactly what life is all about — figuring it out as you go. 

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dear god, it's me, chloe

Chloe Gordon

In my typography class, we had critiques on a recent project that we just completed. The project was actually showcased in one of our town’s museums which was an amazing experience. You could say I’m a ~real~ artist now. Just kidding. 

But anyways, during our critique one of the girls in my class stood up and shared a story about her piece. On her piece she had tidbits of negative pieces from her journal throughout her years on Earth. 

I thought the fact that she chose only the negative lines to be fascinating ,and then I started thinking about myself. When I was home over Thanksgiving break I found one of my old “diaries” that literally contained three written pages of the 200 pages it was as a whole. These three pages that I actually wrote were negative things that happened during my senior year of high school. Mostly about boys. I found it super interesting that I only took the time to write something when it was negative. Do you think we (I) don’t write positive things in our (my) lives because we’d rather feel them again, and by writing them down we think it won’t? Or do we mostly write negative things to help us mentally understand what makes them negative? Or to look back on and realize how far we’ve come? 

I think there’s something enchanting about finding raw writings from the past. I always say I’m going to write in a journal but I can never manage to keep writing longer than for what seems like  three days. I’ve been in a little mental funk for the past few days and I know the feelings will pass, but as a creature of habit I am sharing that I’m having these negative feelings / perceptions because they too will pass with time.

Also, here are a few pictures of my art installation if you’re interested. 


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