This wasn’t a highlight-reel kind of week. It was a real-life kind of week.
Some weeks don’t always shine, but they still matter. And at this age, I don’t want to rush past the quiet weeks anymore. I want to pay attention to them.
Earlier this week, I finally closed the remaining bank accounts for my dad, who passed away in 2024. On paper, it was just another task to check off a list. In reality, paperwork has a way of reminding you who you miss.
You can be ready to do something and still not be ready for how it feels.
Grief doesn’t end — it just shows up in different envelopes. This is the part of life nobody posts about, but everybody lives. I felt relief when it was done, and then that familiar heaviness settled in. That’s how it goes. You move forward while carrying love at the same time.
Later in the week, Mom, BigDog, and I went to a tea room — a cozy, quirky little place that was exactly what I needed. Tea tastes better when you’re not in a hurry. Slow days are a luxury, and I’m learning to enjoy them. This is what my version of rich looks like.
I also spent time in the garden, planting bell peppers and basil. I’m not trying to be impressive out there — I just like planting things that give something back. You don’t rush a garden, and you can’t rush life either. I may not control much, but I can water what I plant. Growing food feels like an act of hope, especially now.
I’ve also stayed focused on saving money. Nothing extreme — just intentional. Every dollar I don’t spend is me choosing my future. I don’t need more stuff; I need more options. Saving money isn’t about fear — it’s about freedom. And honestly, peace of mind is expensive, but being broke is worse.
So that was my week. Some hard things. Some gentle things. Some practical things. This season of life isn’t loud, but it’s honest. I’m not chasing more anymore — I’m choosing better. And if you’re in a slow season too, you’re not stuck. You’re living.
Until next time…chau
V.S. Quinnell 
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