Moon Phase: 🌗 Third Quarter
Moon in: Taurus ♉︎ – rooting down, recalibrating, and low-key insisting on comfort over chaos

I began the day with my familiar morning trifecta: smudge, prayer, Theo. Then I sat down with a salad and the sobering realization that I was down to my last pair of leave the house pants. A clear sign: laundry needed to happen. Naturally, I didn’t start it.

Instead, I retreated to my safe place and opened up a pile of paperwork that’s been whispering my name. Productivity, yes—but make it pantless.

I wasn’t feeling as lit up as I had been the past few days. Something was off—muted motivation, sluggish energy. Before I could spiral into full blown daybed mode, my Fitbit nudged me and my stomach begged for a mid-morning snack.

So, I took a walk to Starbucks for some egg bites and black tea. I save the problematic coffee for feast days, lesson learned. I sat in the lobby, slowly eating my second breakfast while listening to the baristas solve the world’s problems with volume and confidence only youth can provide.

The walk back was lovely. The weather was perfect, like an open invitation to keep walking. But something in me—something deep and nagging—just wanted to go home and not for the laundry.

Instead of diving into the gravitational pull of my PS5, I threw on karaoke and gave myself an hour to just sing. Really sing. It felt amazing—my lungs felt open, my voice felt powerful again. It’s been a long time since I’ve had that clarity, after years of inflammation and chemical-laden convenience foods muting me. Anti-human food, the kind that wants to outlast the humans it’s meant to nourish. But with each lap in the pool and each day without processed poison, my voice is finding its way back—clearer, stronger, no longer buried beneath the fog.

After that, the rest of the day was games and laughter with friends. In my last clean pair of out-in-public pants. The ones that deserve a parade for their service.

I didn’t overdo it with food—but I didn’t exactly stay inside the lines either. Convenience won again, which meant higher sodium and carbs than planned. But I stayed in ketosis, so I’m giving myself grace. Progress, not perfection. Rhythm, not rigidity.

Goodnight Moon. 🌗