contradicting momentum
all the things that consumed me in january
In January, the moments of each day slipped by quickly. I almost forgot them as they happened. But the weeks—they dragged on. The contradicting momentum left me feeling suspended in time.
Being in bed by 9 pm
Friday night pilates classes
A good pair of loafers
Receiving family heirlooms
Running off to Paris when you get a few days off from work
French skincare
Snow days
I looked at many books on my bookshelf. I carried them with me, flipped through them at cafes, but never fully finished any of them.
An evening walk along the Seine in Paris. The moon illuminated the sky, highlighting the clouds that softly blew along with me, and the inviting glow from apartment windows reflected on the river. The repetitive ripples in the water were mesmerizing, almost hypnotic. I felt as if I were in some sort of lucid dream.
A brief, but very important list of skincare items to get at the pharmacy while in Paris.
That’s all for now, friends. Take care of yourselves.
All my love,
xx B
The unfinished books, early nights, small rituals, and fleeting Paris scenes capture that in-between season where nothing dramatic happens yet something inside is clearly shifting. It feels less like a story about productivity and more like learning to live comfortably without resolution — allowing life to unfold without forcing meaning too quickly. That acceptance of “not knowing” reads almost like a form of peace. I’ve been thinking about that same idea of inhabiting the present rather than trying to control it — if you’d like to read something connected to that, here it is: https://theeternalnowmm.substack.com/p/eternal-love?r=71z4jh