Tuesday
There is something deeply underrated about the ordinary. So today I decided, I will be leaning deeply into the little things, because damn this week has been heavy and it’s only Tuesday. I’m packing away the self-reflection and self-improvement, the excavations and deep dives for now, and sinking my teeth into tiny pleasures. I’ll be saving my dysfunction and demons for festive season in December when everyone up in here be crazy anyway, and collectively we all lose our damn minds. I choose simple... a simple man, a simple life and all the tiny, delicious nuggets of ordinary that bring carefree me back to the surface. The mood is giving muisnest e and merriment. It started with morning hugs and foot rubs, because apparently my toes, painted an unnecessarily cheerful cherry red, deserved some appreciation. And why the hell not? There are worse ways to begin a day than being loved in small, unremarkable ways. Then came the beach. Just a slow, mid-morning walk on h...
