The Backpack no4 + The Wayfinder + my all time favorite thermos + I want to say Jacket Season but the PNW is perpetually so. Even though I’m still adjusting to a seasonality I definitely had romanticized prior to moving here, I still felt the air shift yesterday. There’s a small sense of fall like weather on the way. Last summer…the summer of 2021…was a recovery and a dream. It was warm, I swam every day, I blocked out the past and triumphed in making the kinds of life changes we mostly dream of, I hiked to literal mountain tops, I took time off, adventured and felt like I was creating a whole new world for myself. This summer challenged my endurance, crushed my creative energy and made me question everything from who to trust to why I do what I do to what my favorite pizza toppings are (*it’s hot honey) and has been under a heavy dark cloud that I couldn’t shake, no matter how hard I tried. That tiny difference in the air yesterday was also a marked internal shift for me. That feeling when you finally make it through the bog and that perpetual optimism for which you are known starts to make its way back in…that’s the sparkle state I like to live in.
Good things coming ✌️🪄🦩🏔🍯🍕🌞