14. denmark

Tuesdays kind of feel like the worst day of the week. There isn’t any of the fresh-week-energy of Monday, and the weekend’s not anywhere in sight. Tuesdays are just…there. At best, they’re boring. At worst, they make you want to pack everything up and move to Denmark (where there are shorter work weeks, and more vacation time, and good pastries, and tiny children that go to forest school, and bikes as the main form of transportation—just follow my girl Ashlyn if you need more convincing and/or a daily dose of pure charm). Anyway, in the midst of this lackluster Tuesday, you are my unexpected delight. I haven’t written this consistently in close to a decade, but all of a sudden you lovely people (some of which have been around since the beginning!) are welcoming me back with such kind, open arms. It’s been so special to hear from you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you—for listening to what I have to say, and for allowing me to listen back, and for being the reason that I didn’t move to Denmark today.

(Oct. 27)