I love thinking I’m a hater and then meeting a real hater and going wow that does not look fun actually. Going back to my lukewarm hater ways. Performative haterdom. I couldn’t name five hater bands.
Wow nothing truly makes you feel worse than the combination of a sick animal and lack of sleep giving said sick animal a bath at 130am. Owning an animal with IBD is a hell I would never wish upon anyone. I literally cannot do anything more for him than I already am.
I broke in a journal today and I spent less than an hour total on TikTok so that, for me, is a win. I only had an hour and a half of total phone screentime today!
got my car washed fiiiinally and took a very long nap. Because today my body screamed that it needed rest so I did that and didn’t feel guilty.
My resolution last year was to do one thing before bed that would make my morning feel easier, and that’s become a daily habit that I’m carrying into this new year.
Some nights even filling up the kettle and setting an empty mug out for my morning tea felt hard. But I was always thankful for it in the morning.
Other nights, one thing would lead to another, and I’d wake up in a clean house with everything ready to go.
And, on a rare few nights, the one thing that I could do to make my morning easier was going straight to bed and allowing myself to rest.
What stayed the same each day is that I would take a moment to think of what I could do for my future self and do it, even after a hard day. And I would wake up knowing that I had done my best and any effort—no matter how small—was a kindness to myself.
I’ve been doing a lot of “a treat for future me” moments lately.
That’s a great way to look at it, and I love this artist! (Anna-Laura: instagram / website)
Pulled cards several times over the last few weeks including yesterday. And they keep yelling the same things at me. I’m holding myself back. I’m miring in my emotions. I’m focusing on the wrong things. And I also pulled wheel of fortune twice.
I’m not making resolutions. But what I am doing is envisioning what I want to look like at this time a year from now. Because looking back at where I was a year from today things feel a little muddled. There were many things that I was happy for this year, like going back to San Diego and probably more time with friends than I’ve had before. A much better relationship with winter. But I think I let a lot of this year pass me by. I think I sat in my troubles and let them eat away parts of myself they shouldn’t have ever touched.
In a year I want to look at 2026 and remember a year well spent with friends. Of so many adventures and a lot of time on the water with my new kayak. At a professional life that maybe has taken some steps forward and a conference that’s very much been my goal for years. Of less screen time and more connections with my spouse. Of art pieces I’m proud of and maybe, just maybe, somewhere to show them this year.
I want to get my passport updated and go abroad with my dad in the fall.
I want to drive to see my friend in Michigan.
I want to go back to Watkins Glen.
I want to look at 2026 with a lot more fondness than 2025.
the role of the person in the passenger seat is not only navigator but secretary as well. you have to type up the drivers messages to random ladies on facebook about cbd cream & google whether that billy joel song was the theme song for that show or not
you also have to provide a henchmans disdainful scowl at whoever the driver is flipping off in the target parking lot
ALT
