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Day 39: Witches Brew and the Countdown Day 39: Witches Brew and the Countdown This morning started with coffee in bed — the good kind. The quiet kind. The kind where you know change is coming, but it hasn’t knocked yet. Raelene had left early, before everything started moving. I already miss her. I don’t…

Day 38: The Rhythm is Still There Day 38: Today was slower. Softer. Less structured. Raelene and I were both a little wrung out from yesterday’s epic thrift adventure and our late night at Billy Bob’s (because apparently we think we’re twenty again), so today gave us permission to reset. We lounged. Watched a show….

Day 37: Thrifted Boots and a Two-Step Reminder Day 37: We were only supposed to thrift until noon. Just a quick little morning trip — some vintage browsing, maybe a few good finds — and then I’d get back to work. But when you’re with someone who sees the world the way you do… time…

Day 36: The Blur Between Day 36: Some days don’t come with a headline. No big lesson, no drama, no magic spark. Just a few scattered moments that gently thread together — easy to miss if you’re not looking, but solid all the same. Today started with a school lunch for Jessalyn’s birthday. I brought…

Day 35: When Overwhelm Knocks, I Decorate Day 35: This morning started like so many others lately — with rhythm. Kids to school. Coffee. A clear to-do list and a quiet house. And then came the wall. Not a literal one (though I did spend a solid ten minutes staring at mine like it owed…

Day 34: Her Name Is Not Clifford Day 34: Today was a detour kind of day. Not off-track. Just… side quest energy. My friend from New Zealand flies in tomorrow — someone I haven’t seen in years. She knew me back in Texas, before we moved across the world. We’ve both lived a dozen lives…

Day 33: The Dyson Diaries (A Suburban Coming-of-Age Story) Day 33: Today was one of those catch-up days. The kind where you wake up inside a tornado of birthday party aftermath and wonder if you’ll ever find your countertops again. The good news? Josh and I tackled the house together. In just over an hour,…

Day 32: The One Where I Didn’t Post Day 32: To say I didn’t have a moment for myself today might not actually be an understatement. From the second my feet hit the floor, the day belonged to everyone else. We started with Homecoming dresses for the eldest. That’s how it began—rows of tulle and…

Day 31: Maid in Main Character Day 31: Today was one of those days. Not bad, just full. Full of normal life things — the kind that don’t make the to-do list but somehow still take up all your time. Between getting ready for a 9-year-old’s birthday this weekend, switching over our cell phones (why…

Day 30: A Velvet Jacket and a Plot Twist Day 30: (Just kidding. It’s a red one. Which is somehow more terrifying.) I think I’ve figured it out. Not the everything kind of figured out. Just… the next step. And maybe that’s what these past 30 days were really building toward. Not a dramatic transformation….