Sunday confessions feel like setting a cup down on the counter and finally noticing the ring it left behind. This is the space where I admit the quiet things. The overthinking, the second guesses, the meals that saved the day, the chapters I half remember, the weeks that slipped by faster than I wanted. No polish, no productivity sermon, just honesty with the volume turned to a comfortable hum. If you’re here, pull up a chair. I’m telling the truth today, even the messy parts.
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Weekly Menu #646 And The Book Of The Week
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Book Review: Deep End by Ali Hazelwood
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What I Read Last Week - February 2nd to 8th
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Sunday Confessions #344
35/250 2026 Reading Challenge
So I’ll close this the same way these confessions are written. Gently, imperfectly, and without tying everything into a neat bow. Some weeks are loud, some are foggy, some are just survival in comfy clothes. If you saw yourself anywhere in these words, you’re not behind and you’re not alone. We’ll try again tomorrow, and if not tomorrow, then next Sunday.
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