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That time I was the punchline in the joke of the perfect pack

August 28, 2019

Photo by Anete Lūsiņa on Unsplash

Despite my type-A tendencies, I dread packing, especially when it requires planning outfits for more than two days in advance. 


I mean, how am I to know the outfit vibes of my future self? Even with the guidance of an itinerary bulleting every brunch, breakfast and Instagrammable dinner, what if I’m not feeling the crop top I took over my just as cute but low-key oversized tee?


It really miffs me when I put my silly dread aside, pack mindfully — as in, plot-out-my-lewks-in-the-Notes-app mindful — and still botch the perfect pack. 


Like this past weekend, when I actually put effort into what went into my weekender bag to celebrate a beloved friend’s birthday, primarily poolside. 


You can imagine my dismay when I realized my bikini top only came with me in the form of a bullet in my Notes app. 


So here’s the T…


They say if you wanna make God laugh, tell him you made plans, and when it comes to packing, he/she/them/The Universe is guaranteed a good LOL.


Yet my Molly T. pulled through during ruminative runs and bikini-less breaststrokes.


Maybe, then, the universe joked back, because somehow I packed just right. 




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