Make the Best of an Ordinary Life

There’s something oddly liberating about reaching your late 30s. It’s that sweet spot where you’re finally old enough to know better but still young enough to make poor decisions like always —just with better skincare and a stronger coffee addiction. I remember my 20s, when I would spend 30 minutes crafting a text so I didn’t sound too eager, too cold, or—heaven forbid—too much like myself. My 30s? I send voice notes mid-yawn, mid-coffee sip, mid-existential crisis or video calling with my messy bed hair. Why? Coz why not...  Because I have finally realized the truth: Nobody is thinking about me. And honestly, neither are they thinking about you. Now, before you spiral into an identity crisis, hear me out. For years, we curate our lives as if we’re the main character in some grand Truman Show-style production. We overanalyze texts, replay conversations in our heads, and convince ourselves that Karen from other departments is judging us for anything that we do. Spoiler alert: Karen ...

Hello, February! Thank God January is over—what a ride.   "You look f***ing desperate."   Woah. That’s quite the statement from someone who doesn’t even know me.   Am I offended? Not in the slightest. Because let’s be real—people will always have opinions, especially when they see a woman who knows exactly what she wants and doesn’t play by their rules. But here’s the truth: I don’t live for validation, and I sure as hell don’t shrink myself to make others comfortable.   Desperation? No, darling. That’s called clarity, courage, and the audacity to chase what sets my soul on fire. I speak my mind—about life, work, relationships, even sex—because owning my truth is my power.   And if that makes me "too much" for some? Well, they can step aside. I’m not here to fit in—I’m here to live, love, and rise on my own terms.   Desperate? No. Determined? Hell yes.   So while they whisper, I’ll be out here making things happen. Ke...