I’m always trying to do life better, and I’m not sure if that’s curiosity or, as my bio states, I’m an unhappily satisfied searcher of more.

Am I curious or unhappily satisfied? I don’t know.

I’ve been trying this new thing the last couple of days where I pretend it’s 1999 and when I get out of bed in the morning, I leave my phone at my bedside.

I make my coffee, use my jade roller and do some deep breathing and then I write in my journal.

Remember the days when you woke up without the little mobile device tethered to you? When you didn’t have to care or worry about all the messages and notifications waiting on it for you? It’s almost anxiety provoking for me. It might be the REASON I need to use my jade roller and do deep breathing. Can you imagine? Doing that to oneself?

It’s stupid. And for what? I don’t need to know all the crap that I see on my smart phone, especially not first thing in the morning.

I loved the days before iphones. Life was so chill. I remember. And so I’m bringing it back.

At least for the first hour of my day.

Instead of hurrying through jotting down a paragraph in my journal so I can get it over with and pick up my phone, I’m writing PAGES in my journal. Not rushing.

I turn on the tv and find some news worth watching, back in the day I loved The Today Show in the morning and watched it faithfully. But not on Saturdays, it was crappy on Saturdays.

This new/old world has me curious. Curious about what it will do for me. I think I feel so much more relaxed.