It's winter now, and I'm craving things in my life to be neutral and calm and minimal.
I'm liking my house clean and folded and stacked. The counter is mirror-clean and the dishes are always washed before bed these days.
I make things and I work for myself, so my days march out ahead to the beat of the freelance metronome, without kids to yet interrupt my pace.
Busy, yes. But. If there is no time, I can make time.
These winter days feel decadent yet earned. It feels like there is probably some really rad stuff right around the corner. It feels GOOD.