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Lately, I’ve been in this really fun, creative little bubble where I just want to romanticize my life and soak up everything that makes me feel like me. I don’t know if it’s the change in season or the fact that I’ve finally stopped forcing myself to hustle 24/7, but I’ve been leaning into the things that spark joy (yes, I said it).

So here’s a not-so-serious list of things I’m currently obsessed with, no gatekeeping, no judgment, just vibes:

1. Charcuterie boards, always
I don’t care if I’m alone or with friends, give me a wooden board, some crackers, cheese, olives, a drizzle of honey, and I’m set. Something about arranging snacks like a little artist with a palette just feels so healing. It’s not even about the food (okay, it kind of is), it’s the aesthetic. It’s the ritual. It’s the pretending I’m in a European indie film.

2. Getting creative with my wardrobe
I’m done playing it safe. Lately, I’ve been mixing textures, layering weird combos, and pulling things out of my closet I forgot I owned, just to see what happens. Sometimes it works. Sometimes I look mildly unhinged. But I always feel like me.

Fashion is basically dress-up for grown-ups, and I’m here for it. If it sparks joy and turns heads (in a good or confusing way), I’m wearing it.

3. Almond milk cappuccinos
Is this a personality trait? Maybe. I feel like an off-duty poet every time I sip one. There’s just something about the smoothness of the almond milk and the foam situation that makes me feel centered. Bonus points if I’m drinking it while journaling or pretending to be productive at a coffee shop.

4. My digital camera
I recently dusted off my digital camera (not a fancy DSLR, I’m talking early 2010s, blurry flash vibes), and let me tell you: the content is immaculate. It gives everything a nostalgic, artsy energy that iPhones just can’t replicate. I’ve been documenting the random moments, messy dinners, sunsets, outfits I love, trees, and it honestly makes life feel more cinematic.

5. Books that feel like soul food
I’m in my “reading to feel things again” era. I’ve been gravitating toward books that either inspire me creatively, make me cry, or make me want to write my own. There’s nothing better than a story that pulls you out of your head and into someone else’s world, especially when it inspires you to show up in your own life a little differently.

So yep, I’m fully leaning into my artsy, emotional, coffee-fueled era, and I love her.
She’s romanticizing the little things. She’s playing dress-up for the plot. She’s editing blurry photos like it’s 2008. She’s not taking life too seriously, but she’s savoring it in her own way.

And maybe that’s what embracing your creative side is all about: letting yourself feel things, follow random sparks of joy, and curate a life that looks and feels like your own little masterpiece.

Let me just start by saying: I used to be that person, the one who agonized over every little thing, trying to get life exactly right. Like, if I didn’t have my act perfectly together, I felt like a total failure. And honestly? That was exhausting.

I think we all get caught up in this trap sometimes, thinking we have to be perfect, or at least look like we do. We want to appear put-together, confident, and in control, even when inside we’re scrambling and second-guessing ourselves.

But here’s the thing: life isn’t some rigid checklist or Instagram highlight reel. It’s messy, unpredictable, and often downright ridiculous. So why am I spending so much time trying to be serious and “on” all the time?

That’s when I realized, I needed to lighten up.

Taking myself less seriously didn’t mean I stopped caring. It just meant I stopped giving my worries and mistakes so much power. Instead of freaking out about every slip-up, I started laughing at them. Instead of overthinking every conversation, I reminded myself that nobody’s keeping a scorecard.

And you know what? It felt like a breath of fresh air.

When I stopped obsessing over perfection, I actually became more present. I enjoyed the little moments that would have otherwise passed me by while I was busy stressing. I felt freer to be myself, flaws and all.

So if you’re anything like me, constantly stuck in your head and taking life a little too seriously, here’s my two cents: try giving yourself a break. Laugh at your awkward moments. Embrace the chaos. Remember that it’s okay to mess up and not have all the answers.

Life’s too short to be serious all the time, and honestly, it’s way more fun when you don’t take yourself too seriously.

Let’s make room for more joy, silliness, and realness in this wild ride we call life.

I’ve wanted to give up more times than I can count.

Not in a dramatic, “the world is ending” kind of way, but in that quiet, everyday way where you’re just tired. Of trying. Of pushing. Of feeling like nothing’s working. I’ve felt sorry for myself. I’ve let self-doubt spiral me into silence. I’ve told myself stories like “maybe I’m not cut out for this” or “maybe they’re right about me.”

It’s so easy to let limiting beliefs win. To let other people’s opinions define how big you dream or how loud you speak. But here’s the truth I’ve had to learn (and keep relearning): you don’t get the life you want without believing that you can actually have it.

Even on the days you feel like sh*t.
Even when it’s easier to stay in bed.
Even when you don’t feel “inspiring” at all.

Believing in yourself is a daily choice, not a one-time decision. And some days, it’s really hard. But if you want the life you keep imagining in your head, you have to keep showing up for it, even when it’s uncomfortable.

Here are two powerful, real-world ways I get myself into a better mindset when I want to quit:

1. get brutally honest about the story you’re telling yourself
When I’m in a rut, I write down what I think is true:
→ “No one cares about what I’m doing.”
→ “I’m behind.”
→ “I’m not good enough.”

Then I ask myself: Is this helpful? Is this actually true? Or is this fear in a trench coat pretending to be logic?
Most of the time, the story is BS. Once I call it out, I can rewrite it. Try it, it’s like a personal intervention on paper.

2. move, even if it’s small
I don’t mean run a 5k. I mean: get outside, clean your space, take a shower, make your favorite breakfast. Momentum matters. When I physically shift my environment or body, my mind usually follows.
No, it doesn’t fix everything. But it reminds me that I’m not powerless. That I can create change, even if it starts small.

Some days I still don’t want to get up. Some days I’m not the most confident version of myself. But I keep going. And you can too. Because life isn’t about being perfect, it’s about choosing not to give up on yourself, not letting other people bring you down, even when no one’s clapping, even when you’re not in the mood to be motivational.

So yes, believe in your f*cking self.
Especially when it’s hard.
Especially when it’s quiet.
Because that’s when it matters the most. Never give up. Period.

I used to worry way too much about how I came across online. Like, crippling self-awareness every time I posted something quirky or hit “publish” on a YouTube video that felt too unfiltered. I’d overthink the captions. I’d cringe at the sound of my own voice. I’d spiral thinking, what if someone from work sees this and laughs?

But then I turned 30.

And I don’t know what exactly shifted, but I stopped caring in a way that felt… freeing.

Now? I post the weird little video. I write the blog. I say what I actually mean. I romanticize the chaos. I give things a go even if I know people might not get it. Because here’s the thing, every time I show up as the most me version of myself, life mirrors that energy back. Opportunities come. The right people show up. Confidence builds.

I started to believe in this idea that the things I want, the career, the friendships, the love, the freedom, the creative expression, they actually want me more. And when you really think about it, that mindset changes everything.

It turns your self-doubt into self-trust.

It turns the “what if they judge me” into “what if this opens doors I can’t even imagine yet?”

Because the truth is, the people who are doing cool things in life aren’t the ones who waited until they felt 100% ready or polished or perfect, they’re the ones who went for it even when it felt cringe.

So I’m no longer subscribing to the idea that I need to shrink myself to be liked or palatable.

I’m here to be real. To be bold. To post the vlog. To follow the vision I’ve had in my head since forever. And honestly? It feels so good.

Let this be your reminder that you don’t need permission to want more.
And you definitely don’t need to water yourself down to be worthy of it.

So go after it, even if it’s messy, even if it’s loud, even if it’s different.

Because what you want… is already on its way to meet you.
And it’s probably cheering you on, waiting for you to stop caring what other people think.

I used to be a huge people pleaser. The kind that would overthink a text, a caption, a random conversation from three days ago. I wanted to be liked, understood, seen as “chill” or “easygoing,” even when I was internally spiraling. And honestly? Sometimes, I still catch myself doing it. Old habits have a way of hanging around. But lately, I’ve been choosing something different, choosing me.

Because here’s the thing: judgment is inevitable. No matter how “perfectly” you try to show up, someone will still have an opinion. And spending your life trying to edit yourself into the version that everyone else is comfortable with? Exhausting. Unfulfilling. Kind of soul-sucking, if we’re being real.

I’ve realized that the more I try to shrink myself to fit in, the more I start to feel like a stranger in my own life.

The truth is, the moment you start doing things for you, saying what you actually feel, wearing what makes you happy, chasing the dreams that light you up, there will be people who don’t get it. Who roll their eyes. Who lowkey judge from the sidelines.

But there will also be people who do get it. Who see your magic and meet you where you are, because you had the courage to be real. And honestly? That kind of connection is so much better than surface-level approval from everyone.

I still have days where I question myself. Where I feel a little too “out there” or too emotional or too whatever. But I remind myself that I’m not here to be liked by everyone, I’m here to live a life that feels true. That feels mine.

So if you’re in a season where you feel a little lost, or you’re stepping into a more authentic version of yourself and it’s kinda terrifying… I see you. It’s okay to disappear until you feel like you again. It’s okay to not have it all figured out. And it’s more than okay to take up space in your own life.

You don’t have to prove anything. You just have to be real.

The moment you want to quit? That’s exactly when you should keep going.

And if you ever needed a sign to be a little louder, a little braver, a little more you… this is it.

So…I just turned 30 (2 months ago).
Which is wild, because mentally I still feel 22, emotionally I’m 55, and physically? Somewhere between a Pilates girlie and a grandma with a heating pad.

But here’s the thing: this year, I’m choosing me. Not in the cliché, hashtag self-love way. I mean really choosing myself. Saying no more often. Trusting my gut. Letting go of versions of me that played small just to be liked.

Thirty feels like shedding, softening, and finally stepping into something real. And honestly? I’m kinda into it.

Change doesn’t always come in softly. Sometimes it shows up unannounced, flips your world upside down, and leaves you staring at your ceiling asking, “What the hell am I even doing?”

It’s awkward. It’s uncomfortable. It’s the emotional version of growing out your bangs and wondering if you made a mistake, but deep down, you know you didn’t.

That’s where I am right now.
Somewhere in between who I was and who I’m becoming.

You know that moment when you’re tired of being unhappy and you start wanting more for yourself? Yes, that. I’m relearning who I am. Letting go of old habits, old narratives, old versions of me that once felt safe, but now feel like wearing jeans that don’t fit anymore.

And while this growth thing sounds empowering, sometimes it just feels like confusion with a little hope sprinkled in.

Even in the mess, there’s this quiet knowing, that this discomfort is leading somewhere good. That I’m not falling apart, I’m unfolding.

Because change isn’t about becoming someone new. It’s about remembering who you’ve always been… underneath the fear, the overthinking, the self doubt, the people-pleasing, the “shoulds.”

If you’re also in a weird little season of becoming, just know this:

You’re not behind.
You’re not lost.
You’re just in progress.

And progress doesn’t always look cute on the outside. Sometimes it looks like crying at 2PM, deleting Instagram, buying a journal to deal with your intrusive thoughts, or making playlists at midnight. Still counts.

Change is weird. Growth is weird. But staying stuck just to feel comfortable? That’s even weirder.

So here’s to letting go, starting over, getting uncomfortable, and trusting that the new chapter is going to be so damn worth it.

We’re going to be okay. Actually, we’re going to be better.