Two Walks, One Friday, and a Sky with Split Personalities
Some days you plan a walk. Other days, life throws you a curveball⌠and hands you a bonus stroll instead. Today was the latter. The day started off in full grayscale modeâŚ
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Some days you plan a walk. Other days, life throws you a curveball⌠and hands you a bonus stroll instead. Today was the latter. The day started off in full grayscale modeâŚ
Freelancer life is a weird cocktail of âfreedomâ and âyouâre never really off the clock.â Case in point: last Tuesday. Fresh off a not-so-glamorous week of being horizontal andâŚ
Today, the weather threw a tantrum. It rained all day, inside and out (hello, leaky roof). By 4pm, Iâd almost surrendered to couch mode. But then the clouds cracked openâŚ
Hey Hivers, After a stretch of heavy clouds,grief, illness, and all the beautiful chaos life throws our way, Iâm slowly finding my way back to the surface. Iâm not firing onâŚ
You ever had one of those weeks where your brain goes full throttle, your heart feels like itâs been through a boxing match with Tyson, and your body decides, âYeah nah, IâmâŚ
They donât warn you how grief settles into your bones. How it doesnât just weigh on your chestâit slows your feet, muddles your mind, and rewrites your routine. Iâve been awayâŚ
Or: What Happens When You Take a Canon R5, an RF800, and a Dream into the Wild. So there I am, 7:00 AM and 2 degrees Celsius. The rest of the world is still arguing with theirâŚ
Most Mondays punch you in the face. Mine handed me 19 kilometers of peace, a golden sunrise, a canal shimmering like it had dreams of being a disco ball, and a sunset thatâŚ
Steady steps, buzzing goals, and real life kicking in Hey everyone! Itâs that time of the week again, welcome to the latest Saturday Savers update. This week, things movedâŚ
Today was a âstick to the basicsâ kind of walk, one straight shot along the canal, no detours, no distractions. Just the sound of my steps, the shimmer of sunlight dancing on theâŚ