June always arrives with so much pressure to feel happy.
Like the sunshine alone should flip a switch and make everything lighter.
But the truth is—I’ve never really been a summer girl.
Give me shade, a cool breeze, snow, or fallen leaves over heat and humidity any day.
The only thing I like hot is my coffee and my husband.
Okay, he’ll probably laugh at that… but he doesn’t read my blogs, so it won’t go to his head. Ha!
Still, somehow… June was kind to me.
Not loud, not flashy. Just quietly kind.
Maybe that’s all I really want from a month—
especially after the manic, stressful storm that was April and May.
I kept going with my writing, even when I didn’t feel like it.
I posted. I worked out. I gardened. I moved my body and let my thoughts catch up.
I didn’t do it perfectly. But I showed up. And that counts.
Sometimes, that quiet kind of progress feels the most honest.
So here we are—almost at the end of the month.
But not quite.
There’s still nearly a week left in June.
Which means… if you haven’t done that thing yet—
the one you promised yourself back in January,
or even just last Monday—
there’s still time.
- Time to start it.
- Time to finish it.
- Time to just try—without needing to get it all right.
Bake something from scratch.
Clean out a drawer.
Write a few messy lines.
Take a nap on purpose.
Message the friend you’ve been meaning to check in on.
Pull a few weeds. Or make a little garden. Plant that seed.
Read—even if it’s just one chapter.
Start a workout challenge like I did—without pressure.
I move my body when I can, when it feels right. But I also gently push myself to show up daily, simply because I know I’m capable. I want to become the best version of me—not for anyone else, but for myself.
Do what brings you joy.
I like to mix it up—yoga, weights, dance, or whatever keeps things interesting. What matters most is that it’s something I do for me. Not to chase perfection. Just to honor the commitment to care for myself.
Sometimes, “something” is enough.
As we step into the last stretch of June, I’m giving myself permission to not rush.
Not chase the sunlight. Not fake the joy.
But just be, in this heat and stillness, in the quiet good moments of my ordinary life.
And if you’ve felt tired, unmotivated, or behind—same. But I’m not giving up. I still get up. I still show up—for myself. Oh, and you know what? You’re here. And that’s already something to be proud of.
P.S. If you’re still catching your breath from spring, I feel you. Let’s not race into July—we’ll get there when we get there.
With love,
Sanna
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