A Little Bit Evil

I've noticed something while writing these monthly posts: my goals have quietly changed shape. They’ve moved away from anything that feels like strict productivity or measurement, and more toward simply paying attention to what I actually enjoy doing. It feels less like “doing more” and more like “living more gently inside the things I already love,” which honestly seems like a much better direction.

June was a genuinely lovely month. I finished three books, which feels like a comfortable and satisfying reading pace rather than anything pressured or competitive. I didn’t really manage the “blog a little more” goal in any structured way, but I did show up here and on Instagram a few times, and that felt enough. I’m trying to be more mindful about not letting posting online become another obligation sitting on top of everything else.

There’s also been a small but meaningful return to games and routines that feel grounding. Palia, in particular, has quietly become part of my evenings again, and I’d forgotten how calming it is to slip back into that world after a long day. It’s been a month of soft habits like that: tennis most weeks, starting swimming (still slightly surreal to admit), and enjoying the rhythm of grass court season in the background.

I said I wanted a slower, more restful summer, and June really felt like the beginning of that settling-in.

There’s also been a quiet return to writing in a more creative, less structured way. I’ve got a few fanfiction pieces that have been sitting half-finished for a while, and I’d like to gently focus on actually finishing a couple of them this month instead of leaving them in perpetual draft state. Not as a goal with pressure attached, but more as an invitation to reconnect with writing in a way that feels instinctive again.

So July feels simple.

Read a few books. Watch Wimbledon and keep playing tennis. Keep spending evenings in Palia. Share a little more online, if it feels right in the moment. And make space for finishing and possibly posting a couple of writing pieces I’ve been sitting with for too long.

Nothing needs to be pushed. Nothing needs to be optimised.

Just a continuation of summer as it’s been unfolding: books, sunshine, movement, quiet evenings, and a bit of writing for the sake of it.

And that feels like enough.