The Small Things That Bring Us Back to Ourselves
You know that feeling when life starts to spin a little too fast—and you realize you’re overdue for a reset?
(Or maybe that’s just me and my half-unpacked backpack still sitting by the door…)
After a full weekend of OBC laughter, trail miles, and Tom Lake conversations with 20 other heroines, I’m reminded:
Sometimes it’s not the big adventures that bring us home to ourselves.
It’s the small things.
The familiar things.
The tiny rituals and comforts we almost forget we need until we feel them again.
So tell me: What’s one small thing that always makes you feel more like yourself again?
A favorite mug? A walk in the woods? Singing loudly (and badly) in your car?
Hit the comments and let’s swap ideas. (Because if there’s one thing better than finding your own way back—it’s finding it together.)
Saving you a seat by the fire,
Jill
I’ll go first! One small thing that brings me back to myself: sitting on the back steps with a my favorite “World’s Best Mom” mug filled with coffee, no phone, no noise—just listening to the birds and the wind in the trees for five minutes. It’s a tiny thing, but it reminds me who I am every time.
Long conversations with a new friend