08/31/2026
I want a life I donāt have to keep recovering from.
One where joy isnāt reserved for vacations, peace isnāt waiting for the weekend, and rest doesnāt have to be earned.
A life with slow mornings and deep breaths. With work that means something and people who make staying awhile feel easy. With enough room for wonder to find me in the ordinary.
I know every day wonāt be beautiful. Some seasons will still ask more of me than Iād like to give.
But perhaps a good life isnāt one weāre always trying to get away from.
Perhaps itās one we keep choosing to come home to. šæ