Today, I sat down, opened my notes app, and wrote a love letter. But not to anyone else. Not to some imaginary love waiting out there in the universe. Not
January felt like a trial version of the year, no refunds, no extensions, just deadlines and self-imposed expectations. Some things went great. Others? Not so much. So, here’s my honest recap,
I remember the December of 2023 so vividly. My friend and I packed our bags and headed to another friend’s house, ready to lock ourselves in for two days. We
Dusting off the keyboard feels a bit like bumping into an old friend at the grocery store, slightly awkward, yet genuinely wonderful. Hey friend! It feels surreal to be writing
It’s in two days, and I’m not as excited as I should be. While the age I’m turning this year isn’t quite mine, I’m ready to embrace it regardless. Mummy
I’ve tried to write a few times in the last month but it feels as if a brain dump with scattered ideas is all I get. I won’t call them
I asked myself the same question after I read my inspiring blog post from January 2021. Gosh! I was so pumped. Where did all that fire go you may ask?