Day 7: The Things I Let Sit

Day 7: The Things I Let Sit

There’s a pile of Sam’s Club boxes in the corner.

Normally, I’d take care of them without a second thought—flatten them, break them down, toss them in the bin with the kind of efficiency only a seasoned mum can manage. No one would notice. And if they did, they’d probably just assume I like doing it.

But today? I left them there.

I saw them. I walked past them. And then I shut the door to my room like I was locking myself inside a monastery of do not touch that shit.

Not because I don’t care: but because I do.

Because I’ve finally realized that my ideal day—the rhythm I keep inching toward—doesn’t include silently cleaning up after everyone else. Not anymore. My ideal day is spent writing. Building. Breathing. Creating. Living a life that reflects my values instead of sacrificing them on the altar of domestic martyrdom.

I’m not sprinting. I’m not trying to win the prize for Most Improved Woman™.
I’m just doing enough in each area to keep the pieces moving forward.

Movement? Done.
Writing? Done.
Blog? Caught up.
Lunch? …okay, scratch that last one today because my creative brain completely lost track of time.

And now that I finally feel like I’m not three steps behind myself?

I’m planning to add a little Elevated at Home OOTD moment tomorrow.

Not because I need a reason to dress up.
But because I want to. Because I can.

Because that’s how I imagine Future Jenli moving through the world.

Beautifully elevated in the mundane.
Calm in the chaos.
Steady and fully chosen.
And, let’s be honest—just a little bit of a badass.

And that?

That’s worth dressing for.