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We’re rolling our part out on the 224 Hub — the bingo card, the winter playlist, the theme nights, the events, all of it, coming soon!
With 224 gatherings officially beginning, we’re creating little spaces to get through the season together. And if you feel like you don’t have your people yet, or you’re craving community, or you just want somewhere to land this winter — this is your invitation. There’s a place for you in the space we’re building collectively. You’ll also be able to follow along with my own winter journey — the things I’m trying, the things I’m learning, the things I’m leaning into — along with pieces from our other writers, too. All of it will live right here on our pages.
this weekend, i’m setting out to live my 224 — two days of becoming, two of being, four of balance. my weeks are a little different than yours. i’ve shifted mine into eights instead of sevens, because time isn’t real anyway. it’s more of a feeling than a fact — and i’m learning to live by feeling.
i’ll probably still meet my friends out at a bar — we do love our bar talks. there’s something about dim lights and deep conversations that feels like church sometimes. i know that might sound wrong to say, but it’s true. some of the most honest, healing, even holy talks i’ve ever had didn’t happen in pews — they happened over sticky tables and half-melted ice.
it’s not about the place, it’s about the presence. about those nights when laughter and truth blur together, when someone finally says what’s been sitting heavy in their chest, and everyone just gets it. maybe that’s what church really is — when you gather, open, raw, seen.
but this time, i’m skipping the drink. i want to be awake for my own life, to actually feel it.
i want to create something beautiful this weekend. maybe a craft, maybe a painting — something with my hands. there’s something holy about making. lately, i’ve been reusing old bottles and turning them into little vases — giving them a second life. it’s small, but it feels good to make something new out of something forgotten. i think i want to keep going — see what else i can upcycle or breathe new life into. maybe you’ll do it with me? if you make something, tag 224 — i want to see it.
a mini road trip might happen too — somewhere small, soft, and scenic. i’ll know it when i see it.
back home, i want to bake something — maybe a new recipe, maybe an old one i’ve been avoiding. i want to have a halloween movie marathon and a self-care night with bria. maybe you’ll join me in that energy — fuzzy socks, face masks, & spooky nostalgia.
for those of you who do like to sip, a paint and sip night is always a vibe. for those who prefer a different kind of unwind, a smoke and paint hits the same. and if you’re craving connection without the loudness, there’s a board game café in ogdensburg, unplugged, that’s perfect for slow nights and deep laughs. it’s also byob.
and warwick? don’t even get me started. it’s one of my favorite places to escape to — cozy corners, little shops, the kind of town that feels like fall all year. i’ll be doing a full guide on that soon, but for now, look out for our post this weekend with some of my go-tos if you’re looking to explore. for now, here’s two older, basic articles i did awhile back on my faves.
Warwick NY: Where Brunch Meets Boozy Nights
mostly, i just want an intimate weekend. the kind where time slows down and everyone is a little more honest. sometimes i feel like people want that too — but then they don’t. maybe that’s just the human in us, wanting closeness but protecting our space.
either way, there’s always that with me.
here’s to the weekend that doesn’t end on sunday — the one that lingers in the way you laugh, the way you breathe, the way you notice the small things. if you’re reading this, consider this your invitation to slow down with me. to become a little softer, a little wilder, a little more yourself.
