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Read This If You’ve Been Feeling Disconnected

Read This If You’ve Been Feeling Disconnected

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Jun 16, 2025
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Summer always feels like an invitation to slow down.
The long, warm days stretch ahead—asking us to breathe easier and savor the softer moments.

I don’t follow these rhythms every day of the year...
but during summer? I make space for simple rituals that help me feel grounded and calm.

Today, I want to share a few of the ways I’ve been leaning into that slower pace.
Maybe they’ll spark something soft and soulful in you too.


light reflected on water at daytime
Photo by Marissa Rodriguez on Unsplash

🏊‍♀️ Swimming to Clear My Head

Some mornings, I swim.
Not to crush a workout or chase a goal—but just for the feeling of being weightless and free.
In the water, my thoughts slow down. It’s like hitting a reset button for my day.

There’s a rhythm to swimming—arms cutting through water, breath rising and falling—that feels almost meditative.
I’m not planning, worrying, or replaying anything. I’m simply here, stroke by stroke.

After a few laps, something shifts. The tension fades. The noise quiets.
Swimming, for me, isn’t just movement—it’s a mental cleanse.


☕ Coffee, Coffee, and More Coffee

I drink a lot of coffee in the summer.
Not the iced, fancy, frothy kind—just strong, straightforward, soul-warming coffee.

I sip slowly.
By the window. On the porch. Wandering around barefoot.
It’s a ritual that grounds me—a small, familiar joy.

Sometimes I share it with a friend. Sometimes I sit alone.
But either way, coffee reminds me: you’re allowed to take your time.


📚 Losing Myself in Bookstores

Bookstores are my sanctuary.
I don’t always buy anything—I just wander, read, breathe it in.
The hum of quiet voices, the smell of paper, the way light filters through windows... it feels timeless.

Sitting in a cozy corner with a book, even for a few minutes, pulls me out of digital noise and back into presence.

Bookstores remind me that stillness is not unproductive.
It’s nourishment.


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