Hi! Hi!

From my throne of crumpled tissues.

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By: Gabriela Yareliz

Greetings from the couch, where I sit like a queen surrounded by tissues. It has been a sniffly one. I am slowly regaining my ability to breathe through my nose. My nose is drying up. Bless.

Yesterday, was a meaningful Tunnel to Towers. Due to the Nor’easter, it was stripped of all fanfare, but it happened. And that’s important. The faces one sees when one exits that tunnel— they have a way of staying with you.

I ended the day yesterday with a red face after a continual cold spray of rain. My hair— disgusting. Don’t even ask. I had to wash it because not doing so would be criminal. (So close to just shaving my head for convenience).

I will crack open my book in a bit. I have been inside all day and have zero desire to go out into the overcast day. I have been on a RHOBH kick. I read Lisa Rinna’s latest book and now, I am reading Dorit Kemsley’s book.

I worked out, but also rested. Proud of the rest part. Past me would have dragged myself into 14 train tunnels and flung myself off of the Times Square 1 train platform into a car (crowd surfing the packed rush hour crowd!) on a day I felt like death. Did it more times than I can count. This year has been progress in being kinder to myself. Also, shoutout to my kind husband who made me lunch. Sometimes, the kindness of others makes us kinder to ourselves. I am Exhibit A of such an example.

Autumn has a way of inspiring kitchen time. I have some squash I am going to prep for roasting because who doesn’t love some roasted squash? Athena Calderone’s roasted squash changed my life some years ago. This specific recipe. (Make it. You will thank me (and Athena) later).

In other random news— have you heard about The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion? I am ready to start Volume 1. I feel inspired by the author Beth Bower’s story. She has taken the world by storm.

It makes me wonder what else is possible if we settle in and focus on the task and dream in front of us.

Just wanted to drop in with this personal and uneventful note from my plague bubble. Hope you are somewhere cozy. Hope you can breathe through your nose. Thank you for coming along the journey. What good books are you reading?

A Rainy NYC Saturday

The Olsen twins captured my mood today, on this rainy NYC Saturday.

I want to move around but also melt into a soft blanket. I want to scribble in a notebook but also want to start learning a language that has zero familiarity to me.

I want to read a stack of books but also write a stack of books.

I want to prance around in a onesie but also wear a long wool coat.

I am sitting here, sniffling with a pile of tissues stuffed into my cushy robe pockets. Warmth.

Ahhh autumn. A season pregnant with contradictions and possibilities.

Hot/cold.

Cozy/crisp.

Slow/fleeting.

For now, the steam rises above my tea cup, and the smell of cinnamon is enough.

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

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“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