On a mission to regularly catch moments of pure magic and trap them on a page ♥ Join me in my weekly gratitude journal that celebrates the little big things that make me even one ounce of happy.
Do you like it when I’m this predictable? This year has been a special one because it’s the first time since I started this blog that I’ve kept to a schedule without fail (no pressure!). Unlike last year, I have been feeling a lot more…
Hmm, the bright side huh? Looking on the bright side this week has honestly been harder to do. In fact, I would argue there are some things in life that do not have a bright side or a silver lining. Some things are just as…
Yesterday morning it snowed a little. It wasn’t the kind of snow that was enough to blanket a small pavement, much less, an entire city. Instead, it was the kind that was afraid to grow into something much bigger and quickly melted into frail rain…
Can there really be redemption for people who do the absolute worst things in life? Do they even deserve it? A really heavy question for you to ponder on this morning, but I thought I’d start today’s entry with something that’s really on my mind…
Another happy Sunday to you lovely one, and a happy February too! We’re already six days deep into the shortest month of the year and I cannot help being puzzled by how fast time really does fly by. Maybe this is a side effect of…
Watching January as it wraps up is quite bittersweet. It always feels like that in the genesis of almost anything, because embracing a new phase for what is means letting go of the old. As you know, this year, I decided to take active steps…
It feels like the week flashed before my eyes and I’m already here once again ready to share with you my little big joys in the past few days. There are weeks that are a lot to handle. Mondays that throw you in the eye…
You know those moments when you stop right in your tracks and decide you have to catch something and hold it in the palm of your hand. Like how you would stretch your hand out the window to capture a grain of the first free-falling…
Starting again in a cold January often is like writing something new. I stare at a blank page, fiddle around with unformed thoughts and clumsy ideas then start to jot down the thoughts that live rent-free in my messy mind. When I start writing a…