Glow by Lady E

  What do I want to flirt with this season? Not necessarily who . What. Maybe you want to flirt with a new version of yourself. A hobby you’ve been curious about. A color you’ve always thought wasn’t “you.” A different way of dressing. A city you’ve never explored. An idea that seems slightly ridiculous. A dream you aren’t ready to commit to yet. That’s the lovely thing about flirting. It doesn’t ask you to make promises. It doesn’t require a five-year plan or a carefully constructed list of goals. You don’t even have to know whether you want something permanently. You can simply move a little closer and see what happens. What catches your eye lately? What keeps appearing in the corner of your thoughts? What makes you think, Hmm. Maybe. Perhaps this season doesn’t need another commitment. Perhaps it needs curiosity. A little experimentation. Permission to try something simply because it delights you. So tonight, open your journal and ask yourself: What do I want to flirt with this ...

  I kept it because it was pretty.  Even when it started to hurt.  Even if it was already looking nasty.  No matter how hard I tried to clean it, some of the dirt just wouldn’t budge anymore.,  And the bristles.  A lot of them have lost their bristle tips.  And it hurt when I brushed.  And the empty tips were also pulling my hair.  But still, I kept it. Because it was pretty. Because it was glittery. Because technically, it still worked. And maybe because throwing something away when it can still be used has always felt a little wasteful to me. So I kept brushing my hair with it. And kept getting annoyed when it pulled. Kept wincing when one of those exposed bristles scratched my scalp. Until one day I thought: Why am I doing this? It’s a hairbrush. It’s supposed to make something as ordinary as brushing my hair feel good. And this one didn’t anymore. That thought felt strangely bigger than the brush in my hand. Because how many things do we ...

  There are days when I paint strawberries. Not because I need a strawberry illustration. Not because I have a product in mind. Not because I am developing a collection, creating content, testing a concept, or planning to sell anything afterward. Sometimes I paint strawberries because I want to see if I can paint them differently each time. Sometimes I put blobs of paint on the paper and let the blobs determine the strawberry’s shape.  And sometimes that is enough. I think we have become far too practiced at asking what everything is for . What will this become? Can I monetize it? Can I post it? Can I turn it into content? Can I sell it? Can I teach it? Can I build something around it? Even joy has somehow acquired a business plan. A hobby cannot simply be a hobby anymore. It has to become a side hustle. A quiet afternoon becomes a content opportunity. A new skill becomes something we should master. A beautiful moment becomes something we instinctively reach for our phones to ...