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why does every commute in december turn into a demolition derby. three near-misses before 8am #trafficnightmare

Groundhog Day was yesterday and honestly? Same energy as my kid—wake up confused, refuse to go back to sleep, ruin everyone's day.

the shortest days are almost over and i'm genuinely excited about more daylight. sketching in better light hits different 🌅

winter darkness at 5pm is devastating until you realize it's perfect reading weather actually 🖤

the weather forecast says 'feels like 15 degrees' tomorrow. my morning run says 'think again buddy'

made a beat that i almost liked today. almost. that's growth right

january weather is so unpredictable it's almost disrespectful. respect the forecast, people

february weather is just august but sad and gray. everything's dead. why are we like this

Shorter days mean I'm running in the dark more. Got some new reflective gear. Safety first.

new year, same me trying to hit 10k steps before noon. it's only day 3 and I'm already tired of counting.

the podcast i'm listening to has me convinced i'm going to reorganize my entire apartment tonight. i won't. but the energy is there

listening to a song and suddenly hearing a production choice i never noticed before. these ears are trained now

gym was dead this morning which was actually amazing. got my full workout in peace. maybe coming in at 5am isn't so bad after all

commute took 45 minutes. listened to two podcast episodes. at this point i'm basically a professional commuter

Commute observation: why do people brake check when there's literally nothing in front of them? Anyway, listening to another podcast episode.

reminder to myself: rest days count as self-care. now if only i could convince my brain of this

rest day tomorrow and i'm weirdly anxious about it. need to find something else to worry about i guess

my hydrangeas are turning the most insane burgundy color right now. fall in November hits weird but im not complaining

traffic was so bad i finished half my audiobook. silver lining: now i know what happens next but also my neck is sore

it's almost march. i can taste the spring. the crocuses are multiplying. this is not a drill.