Just a needed break, or not?
Some days, life gives you a break. At least, that is what I thought when I woke up this morning. A free day, no rehabilitation, no rushing out the door. Just me, my thoughts, and the quiet.
The sweet intervention
Yesterday evening, I had an intervention. Not the dramatic, staged kind you see on TV, but one from a friend who knew exactly what I needed. A conversation, a reality check, a reminder that I do not have to carry everything alone. If you have followed my journey, you know the past weeks, actually, the past years, have not been easy. And sometimes, you do not realize how much weight you are carrying until someone helps you set it down for a moment.
So today, I was ready for calm. For stillness. For a moment to just exist.
So it begins, somehow
Then, I tripped over my son’s backpack.
There it was, lurking beneath the stairs, waiting to sabotage my peaceful morning. And just like that, I found myself back in the car, delivering the forgotten backpack to school. But as I drove, I noticed the beauty of the morning. The golden sunlight, the promise of warmer days creeping into the air. The wind has been a bit of a nuisance lately, but still, the changing season is undeniable. It is in the way the light hits, the way the air smells different. Even in the middle of life’s little inconveniences, there is something to appreciate.
Back home, I settled into the small rituals that keep me grounded. A cup of coffee, a few chores, some time curating. There is something soothing about simple tasks, the way they bring rhythm to a day, a sense of purpose to the hours.
The plans
Later, I will try to clean the windows. The sandy storms have blurred my view of the world outside, and while it is a small thing, clearing them feels symbolic. Like making space to see life more clearly. I will check in on my chickens, give them the care they deserve, and start filling my garden boxes with sand, preparing for the herbs that will eventually grow there. Little things, but they matter.
And as I move through these simple moments, I realize how much this community has carried me in the past weeks. Through the tough times, through the heavy days. There is something powerful in knowing that people see you, hear you, and stand with you, even from a distance. That is what I love about Ecency. The feeling that you are not alone.
Life is rarely what we plan, but there is something grounding in the small, everyday moments. The cup of coffee, the sunlight, the kindness of a friend, even the forgotten backpack that sends you on an unexpected detour. It all matters. It all holds you together.
And for that, I am grateful.
