It’s remembering bows in the hair and homework folders. Music playlists from concerts together and air kisses from outside the car door on the school sidewalk after being dropped off.
It’s sitting in the car for 45 minutes because sometimes the noise is too great and the day feels overwhelming already. Working in and out of different to-dos, trying to stay focused, trying to get as much done within the work block as possible. Oh — and eating breakfast. Sometimes.
Maybe getting on the bike today. Maybe pushing through because my dreams are big. Watching old TV shows because my brain won’t let me work without some weird body doubling. The TV shows sometimes are podcasts about motherhood and marriage and faith mixed in.
Emails with customers that have stories that help me feel connected to them. DMs with small businesses that are trying to be seen, trying to grow, trying to matter. Writing. Writing a lot. My heart feels open. Feels heavy sometimes.
Oh — it’s time to pick up the girls
I wait. Sometimes I read. Sometimes I watch a little TikTok and follow some funny, relatable people. The person in front needs to move their car up — there’s no room for me to pull forward. I’m tired. Probably a little cranky.
There they are.
“Mommy!”
That is the Sentimental Life. The ordinary Tuesday that is somehow everything. I built this place because I needed somewhere to put it — and because I think you have a Tuesday just like it. And I think it deserves to be noticed.
If any of that sounds like your life, you are exactly who this place is for.