I love this so so much Sofia. This is beautiful. I have to keep reminding myself to stay present and to live experiences that makes me feel the raw emotions. I am gonna to keep rereading this🫶🏿✨️
This is such a beautiful and honest piece. Visiting Norway would be a dream come true for me. I don’t think you’ve lost your words, this essay is proof that you haven’t. It’s a quiet moment of reflection and that’s what makes it so special
Really enjoyed the read. Sometimes writing makes life more “alive”.
We are usually looking for something dramatic, exciting, painful, joyful etc to write about. I love that you wrote about ordinary days.
We should hold onto ordinary days just as much as crazy days because life is really mostly ordinary days but somehow we forget to appreciate those. Writing about the ordinary helps us to hold that preciousness as well. If all we have are high hills and deep valleys we forget the days of just enjoying life because it’s there. Soak up those views, listen with our heart to the laughter of children, feel the sun and the breeze with our whole body, smell the familiar in new ways to hold onto later in life and let each day touch us and we allow life itself to be fuller.
Jamie, “life is really mostly ordinary days” gives Sofia’s reflection a larger measure. The peaks become memorable, yet the ordinary is where trust, belonging, and selfhood are rehearsed through repeated meals, familiar voices, sunlight, and small acts of attention. Writing can preserve those days, while presence lets them shape us before memory ever needs them. Grateful for the sensory generosity with which you widened Sofia’s invitation to inhabit the life already here.
So true! I think ordinary days allows us to reflect inwards a bit, to be present and appreciate how we’ve built our days. And even in the ordinary there can be something exciting and painful, but maybe it presents as contentment?
I write to release things. A feeling or an idea gets stuck, and writing is how I stop carrying it. Once it's on the page, I can put it down.
I've never thought of that as remembering, but reading this, I think the result might be the same. I've written about depression and being hospitalized because those experiences wouldn't leave me alone. Writing them out was the only way to stop replaying them.
And yet they're now the most vivid memories I have. So maybe you're right that writing is how we remember. Sometimes we remember things we were trying to let go of.
oof that part hit me so hard “writing them out was the only way to stop replaying them.” I guess to release and to remember sounds similar? It’s our way to keeping it close, but at the same time not let the idea/memory destroy us?
I’ve never thought about the idea of performing presence for oneself. Something for me to reflect on. I may come back with more concrete thoughts later, but for now, this was beautiful.
Sofia, the essay performs its own discovery: the blank page fills only after you stop asking the day to justify itself and begin receiving waffles, birdsong, bubbles, sunlight, and bare feet as enough. Your question about “performing presence” exposes how easily documentation becomes evidence we gather against the fear that we failed to live fully. The deeper freedom arrives when memory becomes a gift of attention, free from becoming its assignment, allowing an ordinary day to matter even if parts of it disappear. Grateful for the honesty with which you let the essay remain unfinished so the life beyond the laptop could continue.
so so beautiful girl! such a great reminder to enjoy the present moment and soak in all the goodness life has to offer, whether we remember it or not 🫶🏻🥹
I love this. I have also realized that trying to document everything via pictures really prevents me from feeling the moment, like you mentioned. I haven't really experimented with writing to document my experiences as I mostly focus on advice-style writing, but I have been itching to try it out to help expand my creativity!
I love this so so much Sofia. This is beautiful. I have to keep reminding myself to stay present and to live experiences that makes me feel the raw emotions. I am gonna to keep rereading this🫶🏿✨️
ohh thank you so much, shayniah. this means the world to me to hear. you will always have a place here. appreciate you! 💌
beautiful essay!!
thank you so much for reading, lily. <3
how extraordinary this was and the message so clear. live while we are alive.
thank you from the bottom of my heart, june. you are extraordinary. <3
omgosh what an absolutely beautiful essay Sofia! You have a talent for making me cry with your words!
ahhh my heart!! thank you so much, lovely lia <3 that means so so much!
So incredibly well written! Loved this piece
thank you thank you thank you <3<3<3
soo beautifully written!! this was such a pleasant read
this means so, so muchhh. 🤧 thank you alexis. <3
This is such a beautiful and honest piece. Visiting Norway would be a dream come true for me. I don’t think you’ve lost your words, this essay is proof that you haven’t. It’s a quiet moment of reflection and that’s what makes it so special
thank you so, so much. <3 that's such a sweet thing to say. thank you for your kindness. i truly hope you get to visit one day. manifesting!
simply just loved this 🤍
thank you so much alexia, your words made my day. 🤧🤍
so so beautiful, as always, sofia!! <3
my heart 💌💌💌 thank you so much krista <3
Really enjoyed the read. Sometimes writing makes life more “alive”.
We are usually looking for something dramatic, exciting, painful, joyful etc to write about. I love that you wrote about ordinary days.
We should hold onto ordinary days just as much as crazy days because life is really mostly ordinary days but somehow we forget to appreciate those. Writing about the ordinary helps us to hold that preciousness as well. If all we have are high hills and deep valleys we forget the days of just enjoying life because it’s there. Soak up those views, listen with our heart to the laughter of children, feel the sun and the breeze with our whole body, smell the familiar in new ways to hold onto later in life and let each day touch us and we allow life itself to be fuller.
Jamie, “life is really mostly ordinary days” gives Sofia’s reflection a larger measure. The peaks become memorable, yet the ordinary is where trust, belonging, and selfhood are rehearsed through repeated meals, familiar voices, sunlight, and small acts of attention. Writing can preserve those days, while presence lets them shape us before memory ever needs them. Grateful for the sensory generosity with which you widened Sofia’s invitation to inhabit the life already here.
So true! I think ordinary days allows us to reflect inwards a bit, to be present and appreciate how we’ve built our days. And even in the ordinary there can be something exciting and painful, but maybe it presents as contentment?
I write to release things. A feeling or an idea gets stuck, and writing is how I stop carrying it. Once it's on the page, I can put it down.
I've never thought of that as remembering, but reading this, I think the result might be the same. I've written about depression and being hospitalized because those experiences wouldn't leave me alone. Writing them out was the only way to stop replaying them.
And yet they're now the most vivid memories I have. So maybe you're right that writing is how we remember. Sometimes we remember things we were trying to let go of.
oof that part hit me so hard “writing them out was the only way to stop replaying them.” I guess to release and to remember sounds similar? It’s our way to keeping it close, but at the same time not let the idea/memory destroy us?
I’ve never thought about the idea of performing presence for oneself. Something for me to reflect on. I may come back with more concrete thoughts later, but for now, this was beautiful.
Totally agree that it was beautiful!
Sofia, the essay performs its own discovery: the blank page fills only after you stop asking the day to justify itself and begin receiving waffles, birdsong, bubbles, sunlight, and bare feet as enough. Your question about “performing presence” exposes how easily documentation becomes evidence we gather against the fear that we failed to live fully. The deeper freedom arrives when memory becomes a gift of attention, free from becoming its assignment, allowing an ordinary day to matter even if parts of it disappear. Grateful for the honesty with which you let the essay remain unfinished so the life beyond the laptop could continue.
so so beautiful girl! such a great reminder to enjoy the present moment and soak in all the goodness life has to offer, whether we remember it or not 🫶🏻🥹
This was such a tasty reading! Sometimes our best posts come out from that nothingness 💚
I love this. I have also realized that trying to document everything via pictures really prevents me from feeling the moment, like you mentioned. I haven't really experimented with writing to document my experiences as I mostly focus on advice-style writing, but I have been itching to try it out to help expand my creativity!
I love documenting my experiences through writing, and if you do try it out, I hope it benefits you in some way ♥️