Day 1: Starting now: 30 day challenge.

I list 15+ mental hurdles. There’s 1 answer to them all.

Day 2: Forced to reflect.

I contemplate the complex feelings I have around my religious journey, and the current circumstances forcing me to reflect.

Day 3: Write-rant: Ghosting.

A hot take on ghosting.

Day 4: Pre-Nostalgia.

I fast-forward a few decades to wonder what photos of today my family will treasure in the future.

Day 5: Fun? What’s that?

Wrestling with the idea that fun isn’t just a cute way to waste time, but nonnegotiable for a healthy life.

Day 6: 30 good names for pets.

I argue that people should take naming their pets more seriously.

Day 7: Remember Ferris Bueller.

A rewatch of the 80s classic reminds me of an important message.

Day 1: Brain fart on June 8th.

This was my first and only slip up in the 30-day challenge. I watched Stranger Things and forgot to blog. My 30-day challenge reset!

Day 2: Coffee shop etiquette.

I outline vital coffee shop guidelines for those taking up temporary residence in a cafe as they work remote.

Day 3: Orienting.

I share a new practice I learn called “orienting.”

Day 4: Under-thinking.

I’m a chronic over-thinker. This is my attempt at swinging the pendulum the other way.

Day 5: I don’t want to.

I really didn’t want to write this day, so I listed all the things that were bringing me joy.

Day 6: Washing rags.

Wrote this at the laundromat. A playful pity party on how jealous I am of people’s in-home washer/dryer units.

Day 7: Road rage.

My clashing thoughts on road rage.

Day 8: Questions I hate.

5 questions I hate being asked and why I hate being asked them.

Day 9: Overwhelm.

Learning the languages of emotions and here I explore the feeling of overwhelm.

Day 10: My thoughts: Jurassic World Dominion.

No spoilers. Just me admitting how I’ve been a hypocrite in loving hackneyed art.

Day 11: The beauty of quiet.

I took a little getaway and was deeply moved by the quiet.

Day 12: Mind medicine.

I gush about the neurological benefits of music.

Day 13: I don’t wear color.

My personal evolution with style.

Day 14: Write and don’t stop exercise.

I try out a writing exercise I learned that day. In 10 minutes, I end up acknowledging one of my core coping mechanisms.

Day 15: I resent the dream job concept.

I poke holes in the idea of finding your “dream job.”

Day 16: Box breathing.

I wrote this on my lunch break. Here, I touch on box breathing and its ability to calm my nervous system.

Day 17: Just three sentences today.

Cut myself a break this day. Only had three sentences to give.

Day 18: Holding my breath.

Prompted by a conversation with a coworker, I contemplate why I hold my breath when on autopilot.

Day 19: I have a thing for diners.

I talk about why I love diners so much.

Day 20: How I create my itineraries.

I explain how I go about planning my travel.

Day 21: Demanding creativity.

A run-around on the idea of demanding creative production.

Day 22: Love photos; hate taking them.

The revelation I had in finally acknowledging I don’t like taking photos.

Day 23: Ew, technology.

Coming to terms with the idea that maybe technology isn’t as demonic as I made it out to be.

Day 24: How to sleep train yourself.

A quick how-to on treating yourself like a baby so you’ll sleep like one.

Day 25: Strumming again.

Gushing about music. Again.

Day 26: Curly hair.

I detail my curly hair journey.

Day 27: A backyard haiku.

Hadn’t written a haiku since 10th grade English class.

Day 28: Love languages are tools; not rules.

Expressing my thoughts around personality tools that have the potential to do more harm than good.

Day 29: Stripping a rug.

My new obsession.

Day 30: If my YouTube algorithm could talk.

5 things YouTube probably has to say about me.