This evening I was free writing in my journal when I noticed something.
I had reached for a turquoise felt tip marker instead of my usual black pen.
As I kept writing, I realized how much I was enjoying the experience.
The smooth ink, the movement of my hand across the page, watching my thoughts appear one word at a time.
It helped me slow down and feel more connected to what I was thinking instead of rushing to get the words out.
I wasn’t trying to write anything profound.
I was simply paying attention.
This is what living intentionally looks like for me. Not because it’s productive. Not because it checks another box.
Because building a life I don’t need a break from is found in these ordinary moments, too.
I’d love to know, what’s one small thing you’ve been intentionally enjoying lately?