A Rainy Day Off

Presidents Day. A day off—and here in Los Angeles, a lot of rain. Rain, laundry, a wet dog, coffee, a guava-cheese croissant, and groceries.

This morning, I’m thankful for the simple things: being able to walk down to the neighborhood coffee shop to journal while the laundry was running, for Amazon Fresh, and for the convenience of having groceries delivered.

So, at the end of this detox, what have I learned?

I didn’t come away with a dramatic revelation. My inner critic is still my inner critic. Self-compassion is still a challenge. My debt is still my debt. Work is still demanding, and my novel is still in progress.

In other words, I’m still the same person—just a little more aware, and maybe a little more present in the middle of it all.

Have you ever finished something hoping to feel transformed, only to realize the real change is quieter than you expected?