This Week’s Favorites 09.25.26

Via Mallory Caruso.

By: Gabriela Yareliz

How is this the last favorites for September 2026? Facts.

This week was busy. Left me feeling like Punch in this pic:

Punch being the cutest creature.

My wish came true, and it’s SWEATER WEATHER. The wind has it feeling 9F cooler than it is. A dream. I wore fleece, sweaters and a set of light jackets this week. Bliss.

I was able to rest today. Took it slow in the AM, and saved my workout for the evening. I am proud of my Ladder MAX stats. Top 5%!!

MAX badge almost unlocked.

Hockey is baaaack. It has been a bit anticlimactic so far, but we cling to hope. Waiting for the return of Steve Valiquette and the post-game crew on MSG.

These were some of the favorites of the week:

Dream bedroom. Look at all those books.

“If you chose to become a parent, the sacrifice was the job. Not a favor you were doing the child.” Vanessa Fitzgerald

“Steps” And The Humanizing Of The Villains

“A world without play is a world without magic. And a world without magic is a world without resurrection. And in a world without resurrection, nothing good can come true.” Justin Whitmel Earley

Country Living recipes below!

7 Touchdown-Worthy Desserts for Football Season

“You can tell how much internal shame you have by how judgmental you are. Every judgment you make about someone else is pointing to a part of you that you’re still rejecting. This is why the things that bother you so much are oddly hyper-specific. The lazy person triggers you if you never allow yourself to rest. The needy person triggers you if you learned as a kid that needing was unsafe.” Joe Hudson, executive coach and founder of Art of Accomplishment

This podcast episode:

44 Lessons from Emma Grede.

“Creativity is inconvenient that way. It keeps asking you to be more and more specific. This place. This person. This page. This song. This scene that you’ve already rewritten five other times and honestly want to scrap anyway, but it just keeps calling you back.” Rainier Wylde

In defense of camping— The inconvenient, thankless weekend tradition that I keep insisting on

Via Prose & Purpose

“Sabbath is a whimsical rebellion against the idea that work is the only important thing in the world.” Justin Whitmel Earley

This is the song of the week, and this dance lives rent free in my head. I think Ezra is the person I am rooting for to go all the way in DWTS. Pure excellence, inspiration, and take-no-shit grit. Let’s goooooo. This sparked joy:

The Selling Machine

“Every time I opened my inbox eighty little clingy hands were reaching for me. Look at this. Think about that. Remember! Buy now! Read me PLEASE. Don’t you dare forget about us!” Rainier Wylde

Found this little corner in the Upper West Side.

Shall we go analog for autumn?

By: Gabriela Yareliz

The autumnal temps continue. The sky stays overcast and stormy, despite no present rain. The rain is coming, allegedly.

I scored a seat on the train today, which is a nice addition to the morning routine. Maybe I will finish my current book. Just three chapters left.

There is something about autumn that makes me want to shut off all overhead lights and scribble into a notebook. It makes me want to hold books and eat soup. I mean let’s be real— j always want to read books. It’s a syndrome I am not looking to cure.

The other night, I was expecting a work email, and I continued checking my inbox into the evening. I found myself irritated with myself. Is it just me or is the constant access to ourselves and people just irritating?

I have found myself tired of anxiously checking my own phone.

My goal for this season is to make more phone calls and to also check my inboxes a lot less. It’s a season of refresh and slowing down. It might as well also be the season of unsubscribing from emails and closing apps. I am doing inbox cleanups. Join me in closing apps and getting off of listservs.

They won’t miss you. Most of what is online just wants to sell you something. You can use a break from the selling machine. And everything else can wait.

Be Good to Yourself

By: Gabriela Yareliz

[It’s a double post day due to WordPress and train signal sabotage I was unaware of yesterday.]

I started the day pressed up again half of NYC in train delays. The air is crisp— and we are thriving despite the multiple avenues of sabotage, which we are reframing as changing the pace. We are slowing down. Opening our fists, and letting go. *exhale and release*

This morning, I woke up wanting high frequency music that adds pep. It made all the difference. Naturally, I went to the Journey Greatest Hits album. It’s wild how music changes the energy in the room. And something about Journey makes me euphoric.

When the song below came on, a smile plastered on my face. I started bopping. I knew it was going to be a good day no matter what.

Here is your reminder to be good to yourself.

Listening for the Song

“Creativity requires us to become interested in something more than the version of reality we already know. It asks us to listen long enough to be surprised.” Rainier Wylde

By: Gabriela Yareliz

[Yesterday’s post which did not post through train signal sabotage]

It’s autumn. 🍂 The sky is dark and stormy, and there is a chill in the air. So exciting. [Sit in this excitement with me].

Today at lunch, I was listening to Dr. Edie talk about enchantment— how to approach life with enchantment. How to live life looking for the songs in the rhythms of life; looking for the miracles.

I find that a large piece of approaching life to find enchantment is to approach it with curiosity and creativity.

As we enter this new season, how can you use curiosity and creativity to listen a bit longer to the music playing underneath?

Pause and listen closely for the song.

God in the Mess

I am reading a book that talks about a lot about parenting. Isn’t it odd that we aren’t given the ability to have children once we are older, wiser and are all set up in life, I thought. It all happens in a very messy stage of life.

By: Gabriela Yareliz

I was thinking about stages of life the other day, prompted by the book I am reading— Habits of the Household. I was thinking about how messy we are when we are young. How wise we can be when older. (It’s also true we can reach old age doing the same stupidity we did when we were younger).

It’s interesting that each stage has its own things that are in season. And they don’t necessarily make sense to us from the human perspective. For example, having children is something the young do. It’s also so interesting because it’s a time when most (especially those who have children young) are still figuring themselves out. A lot of stupid stuff is done in youth. Bad judgment calls and relational hurt, and still, even in a stage of potential immaturity, we are entrusted with high responsibility as humans. In this case and example— other humans.

One would think, logically, following this whole childrearing example, that maybe someone with more wisdom should do it. But by the time we have ample perspective and stability, you can be a grandparent biologically.

In having children young, there is a lot of potential for a lot to go wrong, and yet, that is how God designed it. I guess it keeps us all humble.

As I was reflecting on life’s seasons, generally, it was a reminder that God isn’t afraid of messy situations. He isn’t afraid of us growing together, even across roles and age differences. Across seasons and having (or lacking). He isn’t afraid of the messes we can make at each stage of life and maturity (or lack thereof). He can work with all of it. He allows us to life. (A crazy control freak would do things differently, you see. Trust me…)

God makes things work, even when they seem like they shouldn’t. There is provision when the math isn’t mathing.

I also think it places a high calling on us as humans. We aren’t excused to be idiots. In the childrearing example, it means we are called to a level of maturity and wisdom even in youth. This whole idea that young people can cause havoc and be reckless (and the idea that this is ok) doesn’t match the level of responsibility and potential at the age. We are also not excused from the consequences of our actions. A young person can create a lot of good and also a lot of damage (and damage with repercussions that can affect generations).

There is a lot that works this way in life. Each season has its ripe fruits to pick from, and it’s a responsibility on us at that season. Doesn’t have to be childbearing/rearing to carry the same weight. We are faced with a lot of choices that reveal character and eternity.

Our behavior and who we choose to become through our choices matters. The responsibility entrusted to us matters. Our selfishness and degree of selflessness matters. All of it has repercussions felt down the line like an echo.

It all matters.

It’s not foolproof or even designed to what a human would logically think of as “ideal” or “safe.” The messy work of becoming doesn’t seem to scare God. He meets us in it at every stage and in every choice if we allow Him to come close. He gives grace to us mere mortal idiots.

Whatever stage you are in, know that it matters. There is no stage of insignificance. Know that your choices have weight and consequences. Understand that the complexity and messiness doesn’t scare God. He is the God that meets us in the messiness called life. He meets us there because it matters, and He doesn’t leave us to fend for ourselves. All that matters is not easy. Life shows us this truth.

The Writing Life

Image via Pinterest.

“One of the things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time. Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book or for another book; give it, give it all, give it now. The impulse to save something good for a better place later is the signal to spend it now. Something more will arise for later, something better. These things fill from behind, from beneath, like well water. Similarly, the impulse to keep to yourself what you have learned is not only shameful, it is destructive. Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you.

You open your safe and find ashes.”

Annie Dillard from The Writing Life

This Week’s Favorites 09.18.26

A happy Friday morning to you!

We are allegedly in for rain and cooler temps, after today. We’ll take it. So done with summer.

A closet sweep still awaits me.

The week has felt eternal (last week blurred into this week), the weather fluctuated wildly, and we have finally reached the culmination of it.

Florida v. Auburn, this weekend. (Legendary rivalries entering the chat). Hockey starts next week. The Paper is still certifiably hilarious.

This week, I was deep in the following book:

It still shocks me, on these trains, as I see men just sit while all the women stand. It really reveals something disturbing about today’s society.

I felt pretty spent this week, but despite my fatigued energy— here are some of the favorites that caught my attention. I hope you have a relaxing unwind to the week. Cooler weather is on the other side.

“The heart always follows the habit.” Justin Whitmel Earley

“Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.” Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“Creativity is more than making things. It’s actually a way of meeting reality on its own terms. 

You look at what’s left. You resist the urge to call it failure. You stay curious. You ask what this strange stew of random events and accidental disappointments might be asking of you now. And then you make something from that.” Rainier Wylde

Jenna from Feeling Magazine! is lovely.

“Living life as an artist is a practice.” Rick Rubin

Early 2000s makeup.

This piece had some valid points: If Sexual Liberation Is Empowering, Why Is Everyone Mad at Sydney Sweeney?

“And sometimes true love comes later.” Pamela Kelley

What Exactly Do We Want a 60-Year-Old Female Movie Star to Look Like?

“Maybe freedom isn’t becoming someone new. Maybe it’s realizing how much of yourself was there all along, underneath everything you collected.” Alyssa Lynch

“Spend your money on the things money can buy. Spend your time on the things money can’t buy.” Haruki Murakami

“The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.” Ernest Hemingway

“Everyone longs to be loved. And the greatest thing we can do is to let people know that they are loved and capable of loving.” 
Fred Rogers

This week’s song (felt feisty this week):

(When I hear this song, I am 12 years old again with my church friends in a Pizza Hut parking lot on a Saturday night. Me rolling my eyes while they try to do parkour off cars like they are in the (at the time) new Jackass movie. We all felt like we were on top of the world).

Broadax

Annie Dillard.

By: Gabriela Yareliz

I was reading the piece on Annie Dillard’s life and recent death.

It made me think a lot about writing. About life. How many hours does any of us have left? We spend so much time in unconscious living; engaging in habits and actions we do on autopilot. How much conscious life do we have left? I heard a whole podcast about this, recently— the things that steal life away. Eeh!

I am also reading this book, Habits of a Household, about turning ordinary moments into liturgical moments. Turning habits into worship. Creating space for sacred moments.

The book I am 1/3 of the way through.

With all these thoughts swirling through my head and coming to me, repeatedly, in different ways, I then encountered the obit piece on Annie Dillard. (RIP)

I loved the quote in there, and you can apply it to just about anything you want to be in life. Doesn’t have to be writing.

She wrote:

“How many of you, I asked the people in my class, which of you want to give your lives and be writers? […]

And then I tried to tell them what the choice must mean: You can’t be anything else. You must go at your life with a broadax.”

There she goes quoting Walt Whitman; someone she was compared to for years.

What does it mean to go at life with a “broadax”?

Be bold, fierce, committed, present, and full throttle.

Nothing less, and always MAX.

Go at life with your broadax. Let’s do it.