JOURNALS

This Saturday didn't exactly go as planned, but it was still quite wonderful. I had big plans to create a new journal divider page to mark February's start — a fresh canvas for new beginnings. But life, as it does, had other ideas.

I started the day with a leisurely pace, recording my morning journal, and resolving not to engage in any room sorting that had previously occupied our weekends. The gym was on my radar; however, I did more chatting with my eldest than anything else. Catching up with her is always a highlight. It never ceases to amaze me how much she's grown into a fantastic adult.

We'd planned to join a gym, but that mission remains to conquer tomorrow. I did have a slightly panicked moment of wondering if my swimming trunks still held together after languishing in the back of a drawer for ages. Another task for Sunday, I suppose.

Our conversations were accompanied by cooking, and I must admit, I did take a guilt-free nap. That was truly self-care at its finest — a rare indulgence.

I managed to throw some groceries in the trolley early on, and despite not achieving everything I'd set out for the day, I found a peculiar satisfaction. This new February theme of fresh starts might simply mean being more adaptable and patient with the twists and turns of each day.

Amidst all this, I couldn't help but feel grateful. Grateful for my children, the comforting habit of batch cooking, and, yes, the revival of naps. These moments remind me that life's simple pleasures are, indeed, fulfilling.

The blood pressure adventure continues, with signs of gradual improvement. While I jest about demonstrating my soaring pressure levels to the doctor on Monday, I'd rather they're on the mend. Small lifestyle adjustments in my diet seem to be moving the needle in the right direction.

The idea of collating past works for my website hovers persistently over my shoulder, yet sometimes the best art is just letting things unfold. Perhaps tomorrow will bring the gym, swimsuit trials, or even a completed journal divider. We'll see.

The weekend still holds the promise of new adventures.