morning | evening

You can fool everyone else, but you can’t fool your own mind.
― David Allen

i have been writing in my journal a lot lately about words. specifically about the language i use when speaking to myself – the words i say in my head in quiet moments, in stressful moments, in contemplative moments. and noticing how i wield these words and how they show up in my morning pages. i’ve been turning them into enquiry, into another way to learn more about myself. there are notes, often repeated, reminding me that i deserve my own kindness, to be my own first choice and to take care of myself even when so much of my day is consumed by my working life.

today that care looked like body jam and a moveable feast that started on the mainland and ended with cardboard containers. these small gifts helped soften my edges and reduce some of the crazy that crept in.