Loving the Moments (Even When It’s Messy)



I’m about to start a new session of my Mindful Art classes at the library, and honestly… I’m feeling a little discouraged.

My house is a disaster.

My sourdough starter is doing that slow, almost sarcastic kind of forming.

And instead of riding my bike like I had planned, I’m driving today.

This isn’t quite how I imagined things would feel.

After coming back from Europe, I felt fresh—like I had a whole new set of eyes. I saw beauty in the simple moments. I was full of ideas for how to reconnect with myself and rearrange my life in a way that felt grounded and peaceful. I wanted to be present. I wanted to move through my days with intention and breath and space.

But the reality? It looks more like spinning plates.

I’m scrambling to upload images to Etsy, digging up plants for friends, keeping meals on the table, trying to get the house even moderately clean—and juggling all the extra projects I took on with enthusiasm that now feels a little... heavy.

I keep thinking it’s the system that’s broken. That if we just lived differently or outside of the grind, it would feel better. And maybe that’s true, to a degree.

But lately, I’m realizing that even if I step outside of the system, I still bring me with me.

So maybe what needs to change isn’t everything around me.

Maybe it’s my mind.

Or at least, that’s where I’m landing today.

And for now, that’s enough. To notice. To name it. To remember that loving my life starts in the way I meet it—even when it’s messy, slow, or not quite the vision I had in my head.

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Right now, I’m sitting in my favorite cozy chair, coffee in hand, and just taking a deep breath.

The house is still messy. The to-do list is still long. But this moment? It’s good.

I’m looking at my plants—really looking—and they’re thriving. Not because I’ve been the perfect plant mom lately, but because I finally found these breathable grow bags that basically do the hard work for me. I'm drinking from this mug I love—the kind that makes morning coffee feel like a ritual instead of a rush. And I’m tucked into this chair, which has somehow become a sacred little landing spot in my day.

I'm so grateful for this sliver of stillness. For this moment that reminds me: it's okay to be in-process.

If you’re craving a space to slow down too, these are a few of the things making my mornings feel more grounded lately:


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🪑 A chair that feels like an exhale

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