1. I Reheat Coffee More Than Food
I make a fresh cup like a responsible adult.
Then I forget it on the counter like a houseplant.
Twenty minutes later, I’m microwaving regret.
My coffee has lived three separate lives today.
It still thinks it’s helping.
2. Afternoons Have a Sound
Somewhere around two o’clock, the day changes gears.
A lawnmower starts up in the distance, like a warning.
A door closes softly, because everyone’s tired of slamming things.
Even the light looks like it’s winding down.
The neighborhood gets quieter on purpose.
3. I No Longer Rush to Finish Things
I used to push through just to say it was “done.”
Now I pause mid-task like it’s an intermission.
The project can wait while my knees file a complaint.
I’ll get back to it after I sit down “for one minute.”
That minute has friends.
4. Comfort Lives in Familiar Routines
Same mug, same chair, same little ritual of settling in.
It’s not excitement, but it’s dependable.
The chair knows exactly how I’m going to land.
The mug knows I’m going to reheat something.
We’re all doing our part.
5. This Week’s Unexpected Gratitude
A quiet hour that asked for nothing.
No alerts, no errands, no tiny emergencies.
Just peace, sitting there like it belonged to me.
See you next Friday. Same porch. Different socks.
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