destinylaharris

Tag: fragments

  • Sunday Things #1

    There’s something about Sundays that feels different.

    The week slows down just enough to catch its breath, and for a little while, everything feels a little quieter.

    This week wasn’t the easiest.

    A sinus infection and a stomach bug forced me to slow down in ways I didn’t want to. I missed work, spent more time resting than doing, and was reminded that sometimes our bodies make the decisions for us. It wasn’t the week I had planned, but it was the week I needed.

    ☕ This Week’s Comfort

    Hot showers.

    Clean pajamas.

    A warm blanket.

    And Bailey Sarian playing in the background while I let myself finally relax.

    📷 Through My Lens

    This week reminded me that slowing down has its own kind of beauty.

    One of my favorite photographs I shared was a close-up of a sunflower covered in tiny droplets of water. It’s amazing what you notice when life forces you to stop rushing.

    💭 A Thought I’ve Been Carrying

    I’m learning that rest isn’t something you have to earn.

    Sometimes your body whispers.

    Sometimes it shouts.

    Either way, it’s worth listening.

    ❤️ This Week’s Gratitude

    I’m grateful for feeling a little better than I did a few days ago.

    I’m grateful for people who show kindness without being asked.

    And I’m grateful that this little blog finally exists after spending so long as “one day.”

    Here’s to a new week.

    I hope it’s gentle with all of us.

    Until next time,

    — Destiny

    P.S. What’s one small thing that made you smile this week? I’d love to hear about it.

  • Notebook Pages #1

    Before we begin…

    Notebook Pages is where I’ll share the things that haven’t quite found a home yet—poems, story ideas, fragments, questions, and the words that end up in the margins before they become something bigger.

    Not everything I write is meant to become a finished piece.

    Some thoughts are complete exactly as they are.

    And I think there’s something beautiful about that.

    I’ve always written in the margins.

    Not because I ran out of room, but because that’s where the thoughts seemed to belong.

    The backs of receipts.

    Sticky notes.

    The notes app on my phone.

    Random notebooks with no organization whatsoever.

    Half-finished poems.

    Story ideas that arrived at two in the morning.

    Questions with no answers.

    I’ve realized that not everything I write needs to become something bigger.

    Some words are enough exactly as they are.

    So this is Notebook Pages.

    A place for unfinished thoughts, poems, fragments, questions, and whatever else finds its way onto the page before it knows what it wants to become.

    Today’s notebook page simply says:

    “I wonder how many versions of ourselves we carry without realizing it.

    The child who believed.

    The teenager who questioned everything.

    The adult still trying to figure it all out.

    Maybe growing up isn’t becoming someone new.

    Maybe it’s learning how to carry every version of yourself with kindness.”

    That’s all for today.

    Until next time,

    — Destiny

    P.S. Do you keep a notebook, or are you more of a notes-app-on-your-phone kind of person?