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.
I think that there’s more space for plans this year—at least that’s what I keep telling myself.
Are you all Zoomed out and muting your group chats? How do you keep yourself from isolating yourself from your social circles but allowing yourself to enjoy me time, too?
Will counting make everything better again? How do you countdown to a day when we’re no longer afraid to go out of the house?
Earlier this year—it already feels a lifetime ago—I made a list of habits I was trying to commit to. Good to know I’ve kept some of those habits. And while I may have dropped some (cannot ignore rice when there’s corned beef on the table, tbh), I’ve also picked up new ones.
What happened this week as we all stayed home.
Here’s how I spent this Valentine’s week.
I’ve been trying to be better at documenting my days since the beginning of the year. And while I love the ease of Instagram,…
