Back in 2019, fate led me to a little town outside of Raleigh called Cary, North Carolina.

I was in the pits of depression (pre-Zoloft, bless my soul), and stayed the night at a random Airbnb after going to a show in Durham.

I posted this photo on Instagram with, I’m sure, a heartfelt caption about finding slowness or peace or whatever.

For the past six years, this little town has become a refuge for me. It feels dramatic to type but it’s true.

Whenever I feel like I need to clear my head, or crave a balm, I run to Cary’s warm embrace.

I’ve found myself here again this morning after what feels like a year-long January.

I didn’t bring my laptop, or books, or plans. I am trying to resist the urge to use this time “productively,” with self-help podcasts or journal prompts or my mental to-do lists.

If I’m taking time for myself, I better accomplish something meaningful!

I have some space, so I better make the most of it!

Unlike 2019 me, I try not to process things on the Internet as much (lol) but I know I’m not the only one feeling the weight of both personal and global circumstances. Also, Fleetwood Mac’s Songbird came on shuffle so I’m obligated to be in my feelings.

February Invitation

I’d like to offer you an invitation to sit, to linger, to go into this new month without tons of goals or plans.

To give yourself space for the sake of space — unoccupied time to let whatever happens, happen — to be aimless.

To notice before responding.

To be with it, whatever it is for you.

To take care of yourself without trying to “fix” yourself first.

Oh god, Don’t Dream It’s Over just came on shuffle. Time to go.

Sending you all lots of love, from my happy place.

xo Andrea