Lol. Apparently I already “failed” at journaling every day. Classic. The other day ChatGPT called me a fluffy goof because of my hair and then basically asked if I might be trying to do too much at once. Rude. Accurate. But rude.
Anyway. I’m here. So we’re counting that as a win.
The last time I journaled was Thursday. Now it’s Monday. So here’s the weekend recap.
I know I was really irritable at some point. I can’t even remember all the reasons, just that I felt prickly and easily annoyed. But Clay was so sweet and patient with me. It honestly meant the world. His patience this weekend really showed me how much he’s grown and what a genuinely good heart he has. I love him a lot. That feels important to write down.
Friday I went climbing with Jessie at a new spot and I’m so excited about it. I can’t wait to go back. It felt good to be on the wall, to try hard things, to feel strong. I desperately need new climbing shoes. Like… bad. But I am committed: I AM NOT SPENDING MONEY FOR THE NEXT THREE MONTHS. No way. No how. Not happening. So. Sucks to suck, I guess. Old shoes it is.
After climbing, Clay picked me up and we went into town together to do a quote, run errands, and get Sulbing — our weekly date from the date jar. It was delicious. Though honestly, why does America make everything so sweet? Other countries are doing dessert better. But it was such a fun day. Simple and sweet (not overly sweet).
I binge-watched the rest of Bridgerton season 4 and stayed up way too late. Then Saturday morning Clay wanted to cuddle, so I didn’t get to sleep in, so I was kind of sleepy the rest of the day.
Saturday is blurry. I think we went on a disc golf walk with Noah and Chris and Clay. That feels right. I did some sewing. I cooked and baked something but I genuinely cannot remember what. Which feels very me — fully in it at the time, gone from memory 48 hours later.
But here’s the bigger thing: I feel like I have a really good handle on the balance of my life right now. And when I compare that to a couple months ago, it makes me so happy and grateful. I have time again. Time to climb. Time to sew. Time to go on walks. Time to bake. That is such a gift.
We skipped church on Sunday, which always makes me a little sad. But Clay took the initiative and put a sermon on for us to watch, and that meant a lot. It felt intentional instead of just lazy.
I sewed a lot yesterday and absolutely butchered Clay’s Easter shirt. Thankfully I was using thrifted curtain fabric and not something expensive. It was looking SO good. But I accidentally downloaded an AI-generated pattern and the collar instructions were completely wrong. Total disaster. I got frustrated and gave up. Maybe I’ll come back to it. But I decided instead to try a different pattern and make him a shirt out of the white linen I just got on sale. Which feels hopeful.
So this counts as my weekend journal.
And I am GOING to journal tonight about today.
Even if I’m a fluffy goof who tries to do too much at once.