29/05/2026
I’m changing direction now.
From a busy life of my own creation,
A girl life, a hard working life of proving, holding it together, pushing through.
To something quieter.
Slower.
More honest.
I’ve lived what feels like a lifetime inside of a the past year.
It’s been a lot so many themes all at once which come with the territory of a woman my age.
The life that stopped me in my tracks and made me literally unable to keep running.
And I think for the first time…
I am mastering what it is to actually stop.
Not collapse.
Not escape.
But stop consciously.
To breathe.
To feel time instead of racing against it.
Because I can see so clearly now, how easy it is to wake up one day and realise it’s ten years later.
And your baby boy is now a man, and who you thought you were isn’t true for you anymore.
And you don’t know where time went.
Because you were busy getting through it.
Holding it together.
Producing.
Performing.
Proving.
Managing.
Rushing.
And I keep thinking…
If only I had slowed it down more.
Breathed it in more.
Wanted less.
Chased less.
Needed less approval.
Allowed myself to be with myself more often.
Because I don’t want that kind of blur anymore.
That life where everything is done… but nothing is truly felt.
This is not about regret.
It’s about waking up.
Even if it’s late.
Even if it’s messy.
Even if I’m still becoming it as I speak.
I don’t want a life I rush through anymore.
Deadlines, enormous pressure and the responsibility of others expectations.
I want a life I am inside of.
Every day.
Even the ordinary ones.
Especially the ordinary ones.
Because I think that’s where life actually is.
Not in the next thing.
Not in the achievement.
Not in the proving.
But here.
Now.
Breathing.
Still becoming.
What is next here will be equally as beautiful, equally as creative but slower..
Much slower
I have time 🩵