07/08/2026
This month broke me a little. It also gave me some of the best memories I've had in a while.
I can't remember the last time I felt this tired. I did the bare minimum, just the things I couldn't escape, because I needed the rest more than I needed to be productive.
But somewhere in there, resting turned into guilt. Guilt for not posting. For not learning something new. For not reaching out for the next opportunity. Like slowing down had to be earned first.
So this is July: sunsets, ice cream because it was too hot not to, babysitting my sister's gecko, and the few days I did get to work on what I love most. Not everything. Just what I had left to give.
August is already starting differently, productive days behind me, and motivation to actually go for it. I think I just needed the time off social media. Posting for the sake of posting has never been my style; I'd rather share something that made me feel, or give something back to you guys.
Learning that rest doesn't need an explanation is apparently still a work in progress 🤍
