I opened my favorite cozy game—the one with the run-down farm and the raccoon who charges too much for turnips. And I didn’t farm. I didn’t quest.
But sometimes, peace is just… noticing. Noticing the pixel raindrop on a leaf. Noticing the way your favorite character waves goodbye. Noticing that you’re still here, still playing, still trying. cccambird2
And you know what?
It’s been a week of heavy clouds, hasn’t it? I sat down to write this three times. Deleted everything. Stared at the blinking cursor like it was a boss I didn’t have the right wand for. I opened my favorite cozy game—the one with
The knot in my chest loosened a little.