Moon Phase: 🌗 Third Quarter
Moon in: Taurus ♉︎ — anchoring me in the mundane magic of showing up, one stubborn step at a time.

Today I felt a little more like myself. The morning routine didn’t exactly click into place like it has on other days, but every piece of it got done—eventually. In some kind of order. Probably not the right order, but we’re not grading this.

My measurements looked good, and today was a fast day—the last one of this cycle—so I leaned into it with full force. But first: laundry. Because, you know… pants. I got it done ish. Folding doesn’t count when your brain is operating on “just survive today” mode. Clean pants = mission accomplished. Wrinkled? Sure. But clothed and alive nonetheless. Baby steps.

Once the laundry was out of the way, I headed to the pool. Afternoon swims are a whole different beast—none of that quiet, sacred morning calm. But I showed up, slipped into my rhythm, and knocked out my routine without hiccups. Was it flow state? Meh. More like “get ‘er done” state. And today, I did.

After showering off the chlorine and the chaos, I headed home, planning to spend the evening gaming with friends… when a surprise text rolled in. My son, inviting me to another night of softball. I was genuinely excited. These evening strolls have become something I crave—simple, grounding, and quietly healing in ways I don’t quite have words for yet.

It wasn’t glamorous. Nothing about today was. But it was real, effective, and forward-moving. And in this season of wrinkled pants and restored rhythms, that’s more than enough.

Goodnight Moon. 🌗