Last Saturday after dinner, I went to a department store nearby to walk around for a bit, and it wasn’t long before a display of Esther Bunny blind boxes caught my eye. The last time I had played with anything even remotely approaching blind boxes was back in primary school; I’d spend my pocket money on mystery sticker packs for my themed sticker albums (I had the Shrek, Harry Potter Chamber of Secrets, and Lilo & Stitch albums. Now I’m feeling nostalgic. Maybe I should try and look for them).
I stood there for ten minutes trying to decide which box to pick from the remaining four left on the rack, all identical to each other. I shook them in turns but none of them weighed ostensibly more or less than the rest, so I just picked the box that had the least creases on it.
It cost a pretty penny, and I did not expect to drop 10% of my monthly allocated “frivolous expenses” budget on a keychain right out of the gate on the first day of September. But, I had a pretty trying August, so let this be a fun little treat for September. I was so excited to get home and open the box.
The back of the box shows all the possible bunnies you can end up with:
Time to open the pack…drumroll please
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I got the pink Teddy Hug bunny! I had wanted the Sweet & Cool bunny initially, but having thought about it, the Teddy Hug bunny is pretty much me to a T, because I love pink and stuffed toys (I’m not ashamed to admit I still sleep with stuffed toys or hug them while I read in bed). Look how cute it is! The pink bow on each ear! A bunny holding a plushie!
I attached it to my work tote, but the bag itself was a little too austere-looking compared to the whimsical appearance of a pink fluffy bunny, so I put it on my small shoulder bag instead, which I carry for errands and casual outings. I credit my photography skills for making the bunny look ginormous here, like I attached a handbag to a keychain instead of the other way round.
I like finding things that make me feel like a kid again. Sure, I obviously wouldn’t want to regress to being a kid again just because things were simpler then, because it would mean giving up all my personal growth; but what I mean to say is, I think learning to find joy in little things like this means I have the best of both worlds – I get to indulge my inner child while navigating life with all the wisdom I have accumulated over my adulthood. Of course, I still have many more life lessons to learn, but I can finally say I’m at a point where I’m settling into who I am and have become more secure with following where my passions lead me.