Stories

"A Christmas-Scented July" by Maya Eya

Some moments don’t need fixing.

They just need noticing.

It’s July — a warm night 🌙 no rush, no chaos. For the first time in weeks, my anxiety finally loosened its grip. I didn’t do anything grand. I just let the day be quiet. 🤫

Now I’m sitting here, warm almond milk with honey and cinnamon in my cup — my favourite drink, simple and calming. ☕ The candle next to me smells like Christmas. 🎅 Yes, in July. And no, I don’t care. It’s my little rebellion. A reminder of peace, home, magic.

There’s a mix in the air: cinnamon, candle and that warm summer night smell drifting through the open window. You know the one — soft, still, full of feeling. It slips into the room like a memory, blending with the candle scent and turning the whole space into something sacred. 🧘‍♀️

My cat 🐈‍⬛ is curled up on my blanket like the world is perfectly safe. Soft chillout music 🎶 is finally playing after a months of silence — something gentle and beachy 🏖️ and somehow, everything feels softer.

It’s not about big healing. It’s not a “perfect routine.”

It’s just me… being here.

And that, sometimes, is more than enough.

Call it rest. Call it peace. ☮️ Or maybe just call it hygge.