Treading water in the deep end, juggling all the things, waiting for some future version of my life to finally feel like enough. 

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For years I chased "better":

• the perfect routine

• the perfectly organized house

• the version of me who finally had it "all figured out"

 

I was so busy chasing "out there" that I missed most of what was actually happening right here. The ordinary joy. 

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 I started devising small experiments—tiny shifts I could try, not to fix my life, but just, maybe, notice it.

One ordinary Tuesday at a time, I've been turning toward the everyday wonder that was hiding here all along. You can too.  ​

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Curious how to start?

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