This has been a week of falling back into the routine of surrounding myself with things that I love.
I love that there are people in the world that can make a weekend look like this. I love that life can be filled with these little, gorgeous moments that shine when you look back on things.
The weather (which influences mood so much more than I realize) has stumbled into being warm, with breezes that smell like wet dirt and spring. Music now needs to stop being melancholy and start being bright, and mix tapes are being passed around to share the wealth.
Letters are finally being written again. I don’t understand how easy it is for me to forget how much I love these, and how easy it is for me to replace this habit with other less fulfilling ones, and I don’t understand why things that are good for me are hard to remember to do at all.
We get off track without even realizing it, and life begins to feel itchy and ill-fitting. I’m thankful for people who help me feel grounded and make me do more, for routines that keep me feeling like me, and for the incredible blessing of spring that makes everything seem a little brighter.