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In 2016, (fuck that long ago?!) Kylie Jenner heralded the year ahead as her year of realising stuff. She was promptly and justifiably rinsed online. And yet since the start of 2025, it’s a phrase I keep going back to. Because this year I also want to realise some stuff (before you say anything, the irony of having this realisation as we touch cloth with the year’s half way mark, is not lost on me, thank you ADHD brain).
This year or what’s left of it, I want to learn how to be a better, more patient parent; reconcile my agoraphobia with my fear of missing out. I want to practice self-acceptance and gratitude, but also stay young and beautiful, forever at all costs. Look better, do better. Have nicer things. Get mentally and physically well. LOL. Implement balance and boundaries; be comfortable at all times; spend less time on my phone; avoid obligatory situations that I don’t want to be in and not feel guilty about it; do something about my goldfish brain. Wait what was I saying? Repair my gut; eat better; poo better; do less embarrassing things when drunk; in fact, just be drunk less; exercise; be more culturally literate; less self-critical; finish things I start; become less of a people pleaser; find something that brings me joy; buy less; read more; be present. Call it baby brain or just plain brain rot, either way, I’m sick *COUGHS*.
What to expect from me
I never had a blog, but I used to keep a diary, so consider this proposition as basically somewhere in between.
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Expect weekly cultural digests and unsolicited advice, and occasional lengthier ramblings on things like fashion, beauty, culture, girl stuff, and complaining about my husband / kids.
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