Four weeks into the brand new year of 2026, the seasons have already begun to shift. The beautiful snowy, crisp, frosty days that once felt so magical have slowly faded away, replaced by rain-filled skies and damp mornings. And even for this autumn/winter loving girl, rain was not something I ordered. There’s something about it that seeps into everything, the air feels heavier, the days feel quieter, and the light never quite shows up properly.
Life, however, doesn’t stop for the weather. Dog walks still have to happen, rain or shine, although they’ve become much muddier than before. Every walk seems to bring back half the countryside with us, and my car has paid the price. Muddy doors, dirty wheels, and general chaos, it’s officially a disgrace and desperately needs a clean. It’s firmly sitting on the list of must-do’s, right alongside a hundred other January tasks.
As much as I love January, the reset, the calm, the slower rhythm, the constant rain and dull days are making it harder to stay motivated and uplifted.
Thankfully, my home has returned to a place of calm and peace, and that has made all the difference. The house feels tidy, settled, and far more organised, instantly lifting my mood. With the bedroom finally finished, it feels like a true sanctuary, serene, cosy, and deeply comforting. Everything has its place, and walking into that space at the end of the day feels grounding, like I can finally exhale. I absolutely love it.
The master bedroom has never (until Now) been my favourite room, or a room I even liked. We moved into our house in January 2019, and it was both of our first homes, having previously lived with our parents. Buying a house from a plan, seeing only the drawings, was incredibly daunting. Luke definitely had more of an idea about the layouts, while I was pretty lost.
We played it safe at first and settled on a grey theme for the house. Over time, though, we realised that colour would make the spaces feel more alive, so we started changing things up. The rooms grew on me, and I slowly started to love personalising them. The main master bedroom bedroom however took a few attempts to get right. Well, now this is the third time lucky, and I absolutely love it so much.
There are still a couple of areas waiting for attention, the spare room needs a proper tidy, and the main bathroom could do with some love too, but we are almost there. And that “almost done” feeling feels so good. Knowing the biggest jobs are behind us makes the final touches feel manageable rather than overwhelming.
Last weekend mirrored that same sense of calm. With no travel plans and nowhere we had to be, the days unfolded slowly and gently. No rushing, no packing bags, no watching the clock, just being at home and enjoying it. The lay-ins were especially lovely, those unhurried mornings spent cocooned in warm bedding, listening to the rain tap against the windows and letting the day start whenever it felt ready.
Of course, there was still a dog walk, wellies on, coats zipped, muddy paths underfoot, and wagging tails leading the way. And naturally, a chilled weekend wouldn’t be complete without a Starbucks trip. A warm drink in hand, a small treat, and that familiar sense of comfort that somehow makes even the greyest, rainiest days feel brighter.
Closing Reflection – Lately, I’ve been reminded that not every season is about doing more or pushing forward. Some weeks are about slowing down, staying close to home, and finding comfort in the spaces we’ve created. Even when the world outside feels grey and heavy, there is something deeply reassuring about warmth, calm, and familiarity. Right now, that looks like a tidy home, a beautiful bedroom, muddy dog walks, warm coffee, and weekends with no plans, and that feels more than enough.
