Which — if you know me — is a development. I'm not a standing-in-crowds person. I'm a where's-the-exit, how-many-people-are-in-this-room person 😄

Not the food part — that's manageable, honestly. You adjust. You find things that work, you drink more water than a small fountain, you make peace with lentils in ways you never previously imagined 😄

The kind of absolute darkness you genuinely don't encounter anywhere else — not a glow from a phone, not a streetlight bleeding through the window.

The house still completely dark. The starter already prepared the night before, sitting covered under a cloth like something sleeping. My grandmother's ceramic bowl — the one with the small chip on the rim that nobody ever fixed because fixing it would somehow make it wrong. The flour measured by hand, never by weight, because the hands remember what the scale never could.

Sat at the kitchen table with all the dyes lined up like a tiny army and this little stylus thing I had no idea how to hold properly.

I have that tablecloth now.

There's this specific moment — maybe 6am, maybe 7 — when the sun is fresh and the air smells like spring soil and church bells and something you can't name. And I always want to just stand in it for a minute before the day gets busy.

Not in a strange way — just genuinely. Because at Easter I notice hands more than anything else.

But here's what I will say.

I have known this silence my whole life. 🕯️

It didn't rise properly the first time.

Why a men's shirt is sexier than any dress, and how we, women, are slowly "privatizing" your world. Spoiler: it's not about fashion at all.

Nobody handed me a perfect situation. And I think the moment I stopped waiting for perfect conditions to feel okay was the moment something actually shifted.

I've thought about this a lot recently 🌸 What I actually want my life to look like. Not in some big abstract sense — but the real everyday texture of it.

He is in the morning coffee going cold while I sit too long just thinking.

Every spring I watch the same thing happen 🌾 The ground thaws. The birds come back. Everything that seemed finished quietly begins again. No fuss. No announcement. Just faithful return.

Can I be completely honest about something? 😄

💖💖💖YOU FEEL IT TOO, RIGHT? 💖💖💖 SPRING AND LOVE ARE IN THE AIR💖💖💖

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On how women are called complicated when they don't want to try.