Bows & Errors

I’m going to start the month with a possibly unpopular opinion…do your chores.

Now, I know it sounds childish to say to do chores. Some people prefer house work or things around the house…whatever. Do them.

Need to vaccuum? Do it. Need to do laundry? Do it. Need to clean your bathroom? Do it.

I know there are a billion other things that occupy and demand your time. I know it’s easier to just let laundry sit in the dryer till you need it or to put off cleaning dishes because you don’t have company coming. I really, honestly do.

But…how much weight does that add to your mind every week? How often to you start to plan your next day only to sigh, “Wait, I didn’t vaccuum today, so I have to add it to tomorrow”? How much stress are you adding to yourself by not just DOING THE THING?

(I’m just as guilty)

So today…do the thing. Even if it’s something as small as making sure your sink is empty before bed…that your sheets are folded…that ONE room is vaccuumed…do it. And tell me how much relief you feel after (and I definitely mean after because in the moment it’s going to suck…it’s a chore, not a video game). Shoot, go ahead and download those new virtual buddies that remind you to do a chore. Make a chore chart and follow it so you don’t have to spend your whole Sunday catching up.

It’s basically here. Halftime. The first six months are OVER. Gone. Done. In the past.

And you’re still here.

We have been through A LOT in 2026, but you’re still reading this. Still watching the sunrise and the sunset. Still drinking water…eating food…walking your dog…high-fiving your friends. Still.

I’m very happy you are. So very proud you are.

Even when it doesn’t feel like it, remember that each day you can tick off your calendar is a win. A little battle triumphed. A small victory to celebrate. And look what you’ve been able to do so far!

Maybe you’ve gone back to therapy. To school!

Maybe you’ve started a new job. A new relationship!

Maybe you found reason to say, “Hey, put the past away”

I know we don’t have the luxury of 20 minute locker room speeches while our marching bands perform on the field for us. I know that the idea of even adding an extra day to the calendar called “Halftime” would become horror (an extra day in the year? Nah. Nope).