Okay, let’s talk.
This 100 Days of Summer Challenge?
Turns out, it’s not all sunshine, Magnums, and spontaneous road trips.
Shocking, I know.
Sure, I’ve got big
events circled in neon on the calendar—music weekend, beach days, trip to
London, maybe even skydiving if I stop Googling "skydiving mishaps"
at 2 a.m.
But it’s the in-between days that are sneakily
difficult. The quiet, grey, start-of-the-week, oh-look-it’s-raining-again type
of days. The kind where your “adventure” is discovering a mystery Tupperware in
the back of the fridge. (Spoiler: it was not
edible.)
Come to think of it, the clue was in the name: 100 days. As in, every single day. Not "some days when I
feel like it" or "just the weekends and maybe the occasional
Tuesday."
So now, I’ve taken matters into my own hands.
I’ve dusted off my bookshelf—literally, because these books haven’t seen the
light of day since 2019—and I’m crafting a backup plan. A low-effort, rain-friendly,
Tuesday-proof list of mini adventures.
Think:
·
Baking something that doesn't involve setting
off the smoke alarm.
·
Finally starting that book I keep lying about
having read.
·
Inventing a new dance move called “The Slippery
Sock” while cleaning the kitchen floor.
·
Or, of course, continuing my epic knitting
quest. (Project update: still unclear what it is. May be a scarf. May be a
wool-based existential crisis.)
So yes, I’m improvising. But isn’t that half
the fun?
Stay tuned—because even when it’s drizzling
and I’m knee-deep in laundry, this challenge is still on.
Barely. But still


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