Speaking of life being great: This is how my Saturdays look like. What’s not to love?!
drinking coffee
My journal entry from two years ago (just a classic text-based journal) ended with me promising myself I wouldn’t spend my birthday alone the following year. And I didn’t.
Last year, I invited my friends over on the evening of my birthday, and it was wonderful. Now many of them have babies, so this year I invited them over on Sunday afternoon for coffee and cake instead. It was great.
I went to bed blissful and full of gratitude.
The spider crossed my “this is fine” boundary and was promptly evicted.
Sophisticated Saturday
