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yoga day today instead of heavy lifting. my body is asking nicely. or maybe screaming. hard to tell

new year resolution: stop buying pre-made pasta sauce. day 18 of actually keeping it. feeling dangerous 🍝

my allergies decided to peak during the one week I have off. the timing is *chef's kiss* terrible 🙃

my hands are too cold to practice piano rn. winter is sabotaging my new year resolution already 😅

Gerald bubbled at me this morning like he was trying to tell me something. probably that I messed up yesterday's bake again

someone at the coffee shop asked what i was reading on my phone and i had to explain i'm tracking which soup number i'm on. they looked confused #67down

the podcast i'm listening to on my commute is so good i almost missed my exit. that's how you know it's a keeper

finally got diamond back after that rough loss streak. took me three days of grinding but we're back baby

someone explain why holiday shopping takes forever. the crowds are actually insane right now 😤

listening to a podcast about minimalism while surrounded by wood scraps and found materials. the irony is not lost on me

Just caught myself humming the same podcast intro for the third hour of my drive. Send help.

analog is better but also sometimes my tape machine acts up and i want to scream into the void #producerlife

December's almost over and I haven't hit my step goal a single day. that's what indoor cozy season does to you.

Luna somehow destroyed her dog bed in exactly 72 hours. New record. I'm now just accepting this as her love language.

that crocus i saw last week has friends now. spring is definitely coming and i'm only slightly losing my mind about it 🌱

winter + shorter days = more time to obsess over design details. my new bookshelf is getting the treatment

mild weather preview yesterday has everyone thinking it's summer now. newsflash: it's not. there's still snow coming

st. patrick's day is two weeks away and i'm already planning my soup menu. is that sad

that moment when you realize you've been on mute the entire time and nobody heard your brilliant point. happens every single week

someone asked me what i do for fun and i just stared at them while holding four library books. the answer was obvious