Something I’m often surprised by (although I shouldn’t be) is how tired I find myself some days. It’s not full-blown fatigue like I experienced in the postpartum days, nor is an inability to function or get out of bed. It’s just a little whisper in the back of my mind, reminding myself I could do so much better with a nap.
In the 14th century, a merchant in Venice pulled out a notebook, a few pens, and put together “a page-sized patchwork of his afternoon.” It was called a zibaldone, and was a hybrid diary, doodle pad, scrapbook, and ledger, reinforcing that a desire to record our days has been thriving long before social media apps were conceived.
Every July I take a break from blogging and newsletter writing, but this year I’ve decided to take things one step further by staying off of social media for 30 days. If you’ve been circling around a similar idea, consider this post your invitation to join me.
Over the years I’ve been slowly amassing a small collection of ceramic mugs. It’s difficult to pick a favorite—so I won’t—because each cup carries with it a memory of a former season, one I can still pinpoint whenever I brew a comforting blend. Today I’m sharing three mugs that have a home in my cupboard.
Doing less of anything is not a philosophy I championed until becoming a mother. I certainly didn’t work myself to the bone, but I also didn’t see how pruning projects could help me make even more progress on the ones that mattered.