Sometimes, I still think about sitting in front of Mommy’s dresser and sneaking in a swipe of her expired lipstick.
I’m trying to carve out time and space again for things that feel good to me. I know I don’t owe anyone anything on here. I’m probably the only one who notices when I haven’t written here for more than a month, but I want to keep writing. So, here we are again.
I still don’t know what to write here, but I just felt like I needed to again. I’m really not sure what this month will bring, but 2021 has been slow and steady for me. I hope it’s been the same to you.
A year into quarantine, I keep thinking about 2019 and all the memories I didn’t know I’d keep coming back to for good vibes.
Celebrating my wins no matter how small. I’ve completed 300 days of daily movement and I want to talk a little bit about it.
I think that there’s more space for plans this year—at least that’s what I keep telling myself.
This year’s list is heavily influenced by my Discover Weekly, the movies we watched for Sunday Movie Club, and my short-lived dance classes pre-lockdown.
I remember beginning this year with much hope like I always do. I had written down my plans for the year only to scrap most of them as early as March. But then, there are things I never planned for, too.
November in a nutshell: turned 38, my plates were on the front page of a newspaper, and I am almost done with my first K-drama ever.
Next year, I will either order a cake or bake one myself. Haha!