[ Dear Me, 30s #3 _ The day I stayed in ]

In my 20s, I thought energy only came from being outside — cafés, parties, new people, new places. I didn’t want to miss anything.

But in my 30s, I started to realize something: staying in doesn’t mean missing out. 

Sometimes, it’s exactly what I need.

At home, I feel grounded.

I cook a simple meal and actually taste it.
I read slowly without checking my phone every five minutes.
I lie on the floor with my cat and let time pass.
I stretch, I move my body — not to show anyone, but just to feel better.

And yes, I give myself that private, intimate time too — because pleasure, in its quiet form, is also self-care.

I discovered In.La.Fête — quiet, simple, and just right for my space.

These hours are not about being productive.

They’re not about achieving more.
They’re about choosing me, over and over again.

And when I finally step outside again, I feel lighter, clearer — like the world can only meet me at the level of love I give to myself first.

These quiet hours remind me:

 the world feels lighter only after I choose myself first.

[ Dear Me, 30s #01_25.06.04 ]