Buckle in boys, did ya miss me? We took a little break for some international work travel only for my laptop to be completely dead and not turning on once I got home and then jetlag and work offstites and my brother moving to the city and officially deciding to cut off some friends… y’all it has been a time.
I had just the absolutely the worst travel experiences (like the literal travel bits- being in Malaysia (umm what a cool country, need more time here), India (the BEST work trip yet, with a spring festival, holi, and a day trip to the Taj Mahal) and Japan (the fooooooooood. Udon. Strawberry mochi cake. Not to mention my casual tinder chat that turned into a week in SF with an awesome Australian man) was all perfect) and decided to impromptu book a flight to Brooklyn because I fucking just wanted to (I did come up with five reasons* to actually convince myself), and now trying to settle into an abundance of busy and fitting in moments of rest and self care. Don’t even get me started on TTPD. (But literally please feel free to do so, I have thoughts.)
I am trying to think of how these thoughts all come together alongside the things I wrote while traveling and the way that life is going and all it comes down to is [redacted]. Too much. Too many questions and answers and processes and flights and dogs and friends and wine and work and pilates and migraines and flowers and noodles and tattoos and tears and and and and. How do you cleanse your whole life? By deep cleaning your closet of course. Purging all my old planners and donating the clothes I don’t wear and vacuum sucking the life out of the coats I wont need until next winter is the only thing keeping my head above water these days. (Does anyone know a good and highly consistent dog sitter in SF?!)
Nicer weather for me means fresh energy and I am using all of it to declutter my space and my phone. Its not all about cutting things out though, I have added so much that brings me joy. Of course we were made for MORE. But that doesn’t always mean more tasks and time filled. You (and me, I have to keep reminding myself) are made for more joy, love, warm days, bread, and more of being exactly who you want to be. More enjoying. To make space for more, I’ve added a monthly house cleaning (by a professional), training sessions for Phoebe (also by a professional), floral arranging classes, and ✨FOLDERS✨ for my spotify playlists. Did you know this was a thing, because I did not and it has absolutely madeeeeee my day today ha. Moral of the story, more.
Here’s to getting back into a more consistent writing routine again, please feel free to hold me accountable.
Everything above is nonsense,
Eden
💕 The Things I Love 💕
Therapy
Brunch at Sisterita
Fourth Wing & Iron Flame by Rebecca Yarros
These expensive ass napkins I accidentally purchased
Go Color Pants from the Ambience Mall in Gurugram, India
Everything Kat writes on her substack, Like Like
*the reasons are: I am trying to get that platinum status on United, I wanted to take Phoebe on a flight, I wanted to visit my friends, I wanted to go to the opening of Haricot Vert’s creative space and make a custom picto charm necklace, and had to see my friend do a lil dj set.
thank you for the love, cutie pie!!