Happy Friday!
September 12, 2025
It’s been a heavy week—the kind where the headlines feel endless and that quiet sense of hopelessness can creep in day by day if you let it. It’s so easy to slip into autopilot when the world feels overwhelming, to let the weight of it blur the edges of our own lives.
But this week, almost in spite of that, I found myself slowing down and paying attention to the beautiful, blissfully normal things around me. Driving with the softer sun pouring in, catching the slightest breeze through the window, finishing every errand on my list while Zach Bryan played (and later, a little jazz). Even though it was 80 degrees, it felt like the beginning of something softer, like a new season is finally sneaking in. The world keeps turning.
It reminded me of a line from my favorite movie About Time: “I just try to live every day as if I’ve deliberately come back to this one day, to enjoy it, as if it was the full final day of my extraordinary, ordinary life.” What if we lived like that—even in weeks heavy with uncertainty—finding joy in the way the golden twilight hits a mirror in your living room or in returning the smile from your groccery store clerk that you didn’t know you needed?
This week reminded me that while the heaviness of the world is real, so is the light that lives in the ordinary. And when we choose to notice it, we give ourselves a little hope back.
