Staycation, Reframed.

I didn’t plan to stay home last week. I wanted to book a trip, but nothing called to me. So I stayed put. Turns out, it was exactly what I needed.

This was my second staycation of the year, and it turned into something surprisingly productive. I worked out every single day - no small feat when most nights I’m too exhausted to do more than cook dinner and collapse into a hot bath. I let myself “sleep in” until 5:30, sipped coffee while the news played, then took George for long walks before tackling the day.

The house got the same treatment. Fresh paint, a deep clean, even the garage shelves gleam. The space feels more like me now... lighter, clearer, ready for what’s next.

One evening, I stood outside watching the sky split in two: purple-pink glow on one side...

...dark and eerie on the other. 

No storm ever came, but the contrast stuck with me. That’s what this week felt like: a reminder that stillness can be just as powerful as motion.

I realized how much I’d been hiding lately, drained by noise and distraction. But in the quiet, I felt an ember catch again. A reminder that when you’re always doing for everyone else, you lose sight of your own direction.

Sometimes the reset isn’t a plane ticket. It’s giving yourself permission to stay home, get clear, and listen. And in that pause, you just might find the next version of yourself waiting.