week 08 / by Shelby Robinson

"To make living itself an art, that is the goal." // Henry Miller

Week eight. I spent the morning with a big cup of coffee and my old journals from July - March and just read. Soaked up the pages' goodness and the tears and frustration and the bliss. I noticed patterns and small, gradual shifts and the ups and downs of the past few seasons. I remembered and cherished and I swear my heart expanded tenfold with the reminder of the people I love and all the small things I'm grateful for.

I'm holding onto these memories extra close this week.