Day 27:

I didn’t get dressed today—and for once, I didn’t feel bad about it.
Recovering from a cold comes with that strange kind of permission to let the expectations go. But the truth is, even when I’m not sick, I’ve been avoiding getting dressed “nicely” at home. I’ve either outgrown the pieces I used to love, or they don’t fit the version of me I’m trying to become. It’s not that I don’t want to look put together—it’s that none of my clothes got the memo about this season of life.

Right now, I have maybe one or two outfits that feel both comfortable and intentional enough for work-from-home life. The rest of my wardrobe either feels too tight or too performative. Maybe I’ll start a series on elevated casual—something to explore what it looks like to dress for this season without waiting for the “after” version of myself.

Josh came home today after being away for a week.
Our marriage is still in a tender place—distant in some ways, recalibrated in others. But we landed on something that works for now. Not forever, not perfect—just enough to keep moving. Which, honestly, is how most things survive.

This blog series has become my tether.
It’s the quiet pulse beneath everything else.
Even when the day is messy or flat or uncertain—it gives me something to return to.
Some days, showing up here is the only thing that reminds me I’m still in motion.

I’ve also finally taken my supplements consistently for two days in a row.
It doesn’t sound impressive, but for someone with both a sensitive system and an ADHD brain, that kind of consistency is rare. I’ve got alarms for everything now—Vitamin A, adrenal support, GI repair, immune boosters—all stacked exactly the way my naturopath mapped out. My phone chimes so often it’s less of a routine and more of a relationship at this point.

After skipping everything for a week, I could feel myself unraveling—emotionally, physically, energetically.
I was still posting. Still writing. Still “doing it.”
But I wasn’t okay.
Now, just two days back into my rhythm, I can already feel the shift.
Maybe it’s the Vitamin A. Maybe it’s the mega-doses of C while I was sick. Maybe it’s just the commitment itself.
Whatever it is—I want to remember this feeling.
Because when I let things slide, I slide too. Turns out winging it is not my body’s love language. I keep trying to negotiate, but the terms are pretty clear: structure or spiral.

That’s what building an “ideal day” really means to me:
Creating the structure that supports the life I want… even when I don’t feel like chasing it.
Especially then.

I can’t just rely on energy bursts and motivation spikes.
I have to support the body that carries the dream.

And today, something sparked that reminded me I am still building something bigger.

I got accepted into the Amazon Affiliates program.
It might look ordinary on paper, but to me it feels huge. Proof that the work I’ve been putting in is starting to click into something tangible. Not just a box checked—but momentum. And momentum, in my world, is gold.

I’m excited to start curating my storefront and layering in some Pinterest strategy. I’m not totally sure how it will all tie into the Jenli Project yet… but I trust it will.

This is the beginning of something.
Even if I can’t see the full picture yet.

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