This month, I'm trying to be a little more intentional about making time for reading and writing. Not because I want to turn them into chores, but because they're things that genuinely make me happy. The same kind of happy I remember feeling as a little girl, wandering around the backyard and getting lost in my own make-believe adventures. And that got me thinking about how, somewhere along the way, we're expected to grow out of playing make-believe. But the more I think about it, the less convinced I am that we ever really do. I think we just find new ways to let our imaginations wander. ❤️