10/22/26

Thought of the day

I've been clinging to that mantra for dear life these past few weeks.
A cocktail of work stress, personal stuff, and general life noise has been eating up far too much rent in my head, and I finally had to evict it.
Control what I can control.
I can’t stop the chaos from rolling in, but I can definitely decide how I meet it at the door.

What else is going on?

Kyle pierced his ears. Today it’s just fashion. But when I was his age, picking the wrong ear was practically a life-altering social declaration. Trying to explain the 1980s “left ear vs. right ear” code to a 17-year-old made me sound like an escaped cryptid. Tell me I’m not the only one who remembers this.
Hayden now has a learner’s permit. Send strength. Driver’s ed is next, closely followed by me weeping openly when our car insurance renewal notice hits the mailbox. Two teen drivers on one policy is basically a down payment on a yacht for my agent.
New washer-and-dryer day is tomorrow, and not a moment too soon. The old set died last week, and the laundry hampers are staging a mutiny. Tomorrow, I vanquish the pile. I will surrender the heavy linen sheets to the churning tide of the wash, watching as the water swallows them whole. Then I will pour the lavender elixirs, letting the sweet, clean vapor fill the space between them. Turning to the basket, my fingers will trace the crisp lines of cotton collars, each deliberate fold smoothing away the jagged edges of an untamed world. Isn't this how everyone does laundry?

Thanks for stopping by, and I will talk to you soon.