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17/04/2026

Yeah man, the silence…. Oh honey it’s as deafening as your outfits 🎀

16/04/2026

And sometimes, out of nowhere, something clicks.

I just had one. 💡

I’ve been thinking about that particular ache that comes when something you were certain was yours, maybe for years, suddenly isn’t anymore.

Our first instinct is almost always to hunt for blame.
To find the crack, the missed sign, the moment we got it wrong.

Did I appreciate it enough?
Did I want it enough?
Did I ruin it by hesitating?

A fat lot of good that does.

What is meant for you is yours until it no longer is.
And when something leaves, whether you call it loss, realignment, revelation, or redirection, it rarely goes quietly.
It tends to be surgical. Final. Absolute.

The trouble is, we wrap these things so tightly around our identity.

We make them load-bearing.
We build little altars to certainty because it feels good to believe we’ve cracked the code.

It’s comforting.
It’s also nonsense.

I think this is what people are clumsily reaching for when they say, “everything happens for a reason”,
a phrase I usually can’t stand.

But perhaps the reason is simply this:
it is no longer yours.

And that’s the whole truth of it.

So stop making it awkward.

Have the cry.
Eat the carbs.
Rage if you need to.
Mourn the version of things you thought you were heading toward.

But at some point, you have to stop arguing with reality.
Not the version you preferred in the past, or the fantasy you’re trying to drag out of the future. The one that’s actually here, now.

Only when your inner chaos finally catches up with the truth in front of you does meaning begin to reveal itself.
Life can be a right bastard like that.

And inertia is the real thief.
A victim mindset is just inertia in better tailoring.
It keeps you circling the same drain because helplessness can feel safer than movement.

Whoever sold us the idea of “perfect” really did a number on us.

Because here’s the thing I’ve landed on:
we are at our best not when we get it right, but when we keep going.

Trying.
Hoping.
Getting it wrong.
Grieving.
Rebuilding.
Carrying on.

That’s the work.
That’s the grace.

PS. Nobody has the faintest clue what they’re doing.
Some people are just better at acting li

03/04/2026

I love seeing dogs be whole dogs 💖🐶🎀

Minding their business, vibing with one another, and living their messiest lives.

Dogs have high key been modelling what a good life looks like this whole time - maybe they should start using RBT and a 3ft leash 🫣🤣