There are moments in my life when I feel despair. I can’t say they’re not justified. But at the same time, I can’t deny I’m a very easy person to please.

I enjoy the little things—my husband making me coffee in the morning, watching a movie together, organizing my creative space. I like feeling cozy and romanticizing my day-to-day life.

This is why getting these pins organizers today brought a little light back into this moody day where I can’t step outside to get a package without almost fainting.

See, these are my little treasures. I haven’t brought myself to wear them yet—not because I am ashamed, nor because I don’t feel brave enough to support their messages to the world, but for a completely stupid reason: I’m not allowing myself to use the beautiful things. And for something like stickers, I could pardon myself, but for pins? Really?!

So displaying them in these little drawers, and planning on having them in a prominent place in my artelier, is the next best thing. I will have to work on the damn fears later.

My amazing husband immediately chose the pins he preferred in the order I made for him, and pinned them on his bag.

I don’t have a bag like that, I have two cute bags and a leather one, where I don’t want to pin things. I also don’t have a jacket (don’t worry about me, it’s not that I can’t afford one—I usually don’t wear any, which has got to change now that I’m feeling cold a lot of the times).

All these little pins say stuff about me. About who I am inside, about my sense of humor. About what is important to me.

For the sake of my mental health, I’m going to continue living for the little things. I’m going to enjoy making my space cozy, and feeling joy when I see things that bring me joy.

I got other little trinkets to make my Artelier cozy. I’m not putting them anywhere yet, because the work on the Artelier’s furniture will not start before November, but I’ll probably share those glimmers with you later.

I remember tearing up at Summer Strike last year. Or was it the year before that? This series has brought me so much, emotionally. When Yeo-reum says:

My life is truly sufficient. I haven’t quite figured out how I should go on, but my life is sufficient. Let’s live this life.

This. This is what I want.

A sufficient life. A slow, sweet, homebody life, surrounded by my loved ones, doing things I enjoy in a cozy environment.

After a lifetime of grief and trauma, I truly believe it is not too much to ask for. And I’ll fight for it.