There is something wonderfully life-giving about having plans on the calendar. Not because I want to rush through today to get to tomorrow. Quite the opposite, actually. I love my ordinary days. I love my home, my routines, my work, my walks, my sunsets, and the quiet little life I've created for myself. But there is something delicious about looking at the weeks and months ahead and seeing little pockets of happiness waiting for me. Things to look forward to. And right now,

I live on the fifth floor, and I sleep with my curtains open. I hadn’t really thought much about that until recently. I simply like them open. I like seeing the last bit of the world before I fall asleep, and I like waking up to whatever light the morning decides to bring. But lately I’ve wondered if there is something more to it. Maybe I like my curtains open because that is how I want to live my life. Not exposed. Not without privacy. There are parts of me that belong only