April, in full bloom

April felt like a breath of fresh air. Not in a dramatic way — more like something gently shifting. I found my rhythm again. My mornings felt focused, my ideas flowed more easily, and I felt creatively fuller than I have in a long time. Like the world (and my brain) started blooming again. Like a bluebell pushing up from the soil, and into glorious colour again.

Here are a few things I want to remember from this month…