Hi, Iām Carie. I write daily posts about navigating these times.
Strange seasons
Iāve gotten in the habit of writing my blogs at night, after writing all day long. Maybe if I went back to writing in the morning, Iād have more brilliant things to offer than whatever this post is.
The joy of nothing special
I remember being in my early 20s and walking an octogenarian to her car. She moved so slowly. I tried to be patient. But I was annoyed, in a hurry, ready to move on with my day. And just steps before we made it to her car, she looked up and noticed a tree. I was frustrated. But I listened to her marvel, and I also looked up. For the first time that I remember, I slowed down enough to notice something beautiful during an ordinary day.
Double prints
Back in the day, we took rolls of film to Walgreens having only a vague idea of what the roll of film held. And weād double down, literally, and pay a little extra to get double prints.
It was a gamble. These ones were definitely worth it!
I write for humans not robots
Key points:
Make your art
Share your art
Love your art
Be human
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The inevitable
Today I spotted people watering their trees and turning on sprinklers. Iām usually thrilled by such sights but the too mild winter is concerning.
The flowers are blooming, but the grass remains the exact same color as the little dog.
Time loops
My Kindle lets me see passages that Iāve highlighted over the years all in one place. I read this book a few years ago. This quote still hits.
Myers-Briggs + ENFP
Today weāre talking personality types. According to the Myers-Briggs framework, Iām an ENFP. One example of living with this personality type is how often we are accused of flirting. Which, for me, is hilarious because the truth is this: 1) I have no idea how to flirt. 2). Unless Iām 3+ drinks deep, then Iām probably gonna make it weird. 3) If Iām not 3 sheets to the Colorado wind, then the only way to know if Iām flirting is that my entire personality type changes into someone who is shy, quiet, withdrawn, and awkward AF. True story.
My favorite role as a human
Being a cheerleader in the 90s was fun.
Being a cheerleader in 2026 is EVERYTHING.
What if ā¦ it is what it is and thereās nothing more to the story
The narrator in my head likes to make mountains of molehills. Practicing mindfulness reminds me to invite in the energy of ease by dropping all my ridiculous storylines.
How can you know if your meditation is working?
It's hard for most of us to start routines and practices that have no definitive outcomes. This might help!
The value of playfulness
I used to play on Twitter a lot. Iām finding so much more joy sharing my words here on this blog instead.
Three good things
Try to spend a little time each day reflecting with intention on āgood thingsā that happened in your day because of actions you took and see what happens.