Time felt so strangely fluid this week. The days felt slow, then quick, then slow again. Because of the time change, yes, but I think also because of my forced avoidance of not only social media but the news. It wasā¦refreshing and productive? I read actual books, took walks in the morning, and fell asleep on the sofa at night more than once (only to wake up for 2 solid hours in the middle of the night, but still, its progress).
Maybe doomscrolling everyday isn't the healthiest way to stay on top of thingsā¦
I also fell way down a nostalgia hole when I ran across some really old photos of one of my nieces as a baby when looking for something else entirely, and again when the youngest niece randomly Facetimed to tell me that she finally figured out how to snap her fingers. Aunt Mel is so happy that my kiddos are growing into themselves, truly, but also a little sad that time continues to march on, and that none of them are babies any more. It really goes so fast. Then I saw this illustration and realized, once again, I'm not alone.
Also, on the Auntie note, I'm super enjoying Rachel Cargle's Rich Auntie Supremeā¦because we are all a meaningful part of our village, no matter our roleā¦and my role is to get wistful over fat baby pictures, and then nostalgic when that fat baby turned silly grown kid now messages me randomly from her own phone.
