I struggle to get all of it “right” (or at least my version of right). The decorations, the thank yous, the gifts, the social engagements, the outfits. I want the busy to be flawless and the moments to be blessed, but in doing so, I wind up feeling more stressed than merry.

I thought about this piece for quite a while.

Image Credit: @teamusa

Like a magnet, I was drawn to it, day after day. It beckoned me and gave me comfort.

I knew that I should be focused on my own movement and not hers, but I found myself feeling a little judgy. She was twirling her hips to the rhythm of the music.

My instinctual response to that panic was to gun it, right into the oncoming traffic; I may have even closed my eyes. There were loud honks and what I assume were Croatian curse words.

The piece I had intended to write was totally derailed by Ted Lasso.

This is my POV for the week: I am concerned about technology and its effects on our mental health, as it seems to blur the line between what is real and what is not.

And I know I am not alone.

When a friend asked me recently where I find my inspiration, I had to pause for a second. I knew that although I do feel inspired most days, I find the source of that inspiration well beyond the machine that sits in front of me all day long.

Bespoke, because of its definition, is currently the rage, and is being overused and clichéd by companies, advertisers, and marketers, which makes me wonder - why? What is it about bespoke that we the consumers are supposed to find so attractive, and what does its popularity say about us as a society?

This morning, when I woke up in a home eerily quiet save for a snoring dog, I suddenly realized that something had shifted. Surely it didn’t happen overnight…but it felt that way.