Winding Words

a day in the life of me

I’m sitting in the kitchen listening to Matt play guitar on the couch twelve feet away. We don’t have a couch in the kitchen. It opens up to another room that I’m not sure what to call. The study? I typically call it “the back living room” which doesn’t feel quite right. I love listening to his playing. It’s soothing, it’s inspiring, it’s funny when he bursts into a 90’s song that he knows will send us both back to our awkward teen memories. It’s one of those days when I’m wondering if I should brew another cup of coffee even though it’s 7:30 pm.

I spent half of my day working on the online shop I’m going to open in the next few months. I’m excited about my custom screen-printed shirts and bags, embroidered hats, prints, and collaborations with a few of my favorite artist friends. I’m even thinking about adding photo sessions right in the shop... but I didn’t plan on this being a marketing email. I’m just excited. I spent the other half of the day refereeing Cedar and Indi and driving my kids to work and back.

Lately I’ve been living for the evenings when we either watch an old movie or Ted Lasso or Abbott Elementary. I’m doing my best to go to bed early enough so that I can get myself up earlier again. That’s not going so well. 7:30 am is the best I can do this week and it’s really by the hardest if I’m being completely honest. I make a cup of coffee, grab a notebook and head to the dock on the lake in our backyard. My plan is always to write morning pages, but I do it about half the time. I also plan on writing here once a week and that happens half the time, too. Same goes for having dinner planned each night.

I don’t really have anything to say to you tonight. I just felt calm and thought I would say hi.

So, hi.