Well, folks, I survived my first day back at the gym after almost four months. My Apple Watch thought Iâd been abducted because it hasnât seen this kind of activity since May. My body feels crazy good, my soul feels reawakened, but my hammies are already filing for divorce. Short versionâI feel AH-mazing! Iâm in …
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You know that place between thriving and unraveling? Where you're not exactly living your best life, but also not crying in the shower with a pint of Cookies n Cream? Welcome to the âMehâ Zone. Population: too many of us. It's that foggy in-between where everything is "fine", you guess. The laundryâs mostly done, your …
âA personality exposĂŠ wrapped in sass, truth, and a little self-drag. Thereâs a myth floating around that people change. That time and therapy and a few overpriced planners from Target can transform you into a brand-new, evolved, emotionally balanced adult. And Iâm here to tell youâI bought the planner. I color-coded my trauma. But honey⌠…
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The beauty (and comedy) of sticking together through all seasons Let me be clear: long-term love is not for the faint of heart. Itâs for the stubborn. The slightly delusional. The wildly optimistic. And the ones who know that choosing each other daily is sometimes more like saying, âFine. But Iâm still mad and you …
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đŠââď¸Subtitle: From Judgey Judy to Just Let Me Put My Reading Glasses On First Let me tell you something about younger me: she was full of opinions. Not the helpful kind, either. The âIâll never do thatâ kind. The judgment came easy, the eyebrows were perpetually raised, and the eye-rolls were Olympic level. I had …
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I really thought I was doing something. Like, bold-woman-walking-into-her-silver-era energy. Graceful. Grounded. Glowy. Growing out my gray hair felt like a power move. A âtake thatâ to beauty standards. A quiet revolution on my scalp. But somewhere between month three and my third spiral in the mirrorâŚit started to feel less like a revolution and …
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(And no, I donât mean metaphorical jailâI mean orange jumpsuit, cafeteria mystery meat, and one phone call kind of jail.) Listen, Iâm generally a loving, patient, âchoose kindnessâ kind of gal. But there are momentsâvery specific momentsâwhen I feel an unholy urge to throw my manners in a blender, hit purĂŠe, and watch the chaos …
Letâs play pretend, shall we? Imagine a day where everything goes right. The coffee is strong (and sweet), the waistband of your favorite skort fits like it did in 2001, and your to-do list mysteriously disappears. That, my friends, is what I call the perfect day. Let me walk you through it⌠I wake up …
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Letâs just get this out of the way: gravity is rude, collagen is shy, and my knees now make more noise than my Bluetooth speaker. But you know what hasn't aged a day? My sass. That sparkle? Still intact. That eyebrow raise that says âbless your heartâ and âtry meâ at the same time? Flawless. …
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Popcorn in hand, judgment dialed to high, and heart fully committed because who needs therapy when youâve got sarcasm, tribal councils and elimination challenges? Thereâs something magical about slipping into your comfiest loungewear, grabbing a snack (or three), and turning on a reality show that makes you gasp, giggle, and say âoh no she didnâtâ …
Honey without Flowers 