Hello cupcakes -

Ever since I was a little kid, whenever anything good would happen, I would ask why that couldn’t be my life full time. Like why can’t I just live every day on a high from too much sugar, television, and hugs? Of course, in this fantasy land, I get tired of none of these things, and Newton’s third law of motion (each action has an equal and opposite reaction)  does not exist.

(Interrupting to explain the internet rabbit hole I was just in - one where people are questioning the law of gravity because smoke goes up and doesn’t come back down. Not gonna lie, I had to think about it.)

Days off, quiet days, holidays, all make me think about that dream. What if every day could look like today. What if every day I did my dishes and cleaned my closet (I know, not sure how I got out of the dishes habit). What if I had so much time that I picked olives while listening to a playlist from seven years ago. What if I could be grateful, every day.

interrupting this heavier topic with sister sam making a face. 

Maybe I am talking about the childlike playfulness. Or maybe it’s the recognition of everything around us. I can’t help but ask, how did we get to this place where most of daily life is spent waiting for the holiday or the weekend? Maybe you’ve felt this too, on a particularly scary Sunday. Sometimes on a holiday weekend, those scaries start as early as right now.

As usual, I have zero answers. But one hypothesis, an experiment from today that I’m going to try to repeat:  playfulness, gratefulness, and cleaning.

Always, 

Lauren

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