Just Me, My Peace, and a Mild Hangover that Lasted a Week.


Friday October 10  2025

Soft launching tranquility, hard launching my tolerance for wine.



No hard launch. No “new me” caption. Just quiet shifts I’ve been doing, like realizing you actually *like* your own company. Or that coming home alone feels less lonely when all I’m gonna do is shower and crawl into bed and watch a comfort show and there’s something deeply adult about having your own snacks and not forced to share them. 

I’ve started Realllly loving my solo time my, little rituals that feel private and grown: cleaning the kitchen while listening to sad music, drinking wine in bed while pretending it’s self-care, talking to myself like I’m my own PR manager. I don’t need a crowd. I just need mood lighting aka our red light, and a good reason to wear matching pj set at 6 p.m. But let’s be clear, independence hasn’t made me a saint. I still live for a *girls night that turns into a documentary-worthy disaster*. You know, four bottles of wine, one collectively lost earring, and a hangover that lasted longer than some of our situationships. Balance. What I’m learning now is that independence doesn’t mean isolation. I love being with my partner annoyingly 24/7, sharing space, stories, inside jokes. BUT I also love the quiet power of not having to explain myself. There’s something beautiful about making choices that are fully your own, even when you’re in love. Like keeping your own schedule, decorating your own space, or deciding on takeout without a second opinion.
This new era isn’t about being healed, or perfect, or “above it.” It’s about being hot, grounded, and a little delusional. It’s not fully minimalism, it’s selective energy management. I’m in my “I love everyone, but also please don’t expect me to text back right away” chapter. The truth is, being independent is fun because you get to be unpredictable. One day you’re emotionally stable, the next you’re crying in a towel listening to Clairo. One day you’re the picture of balance, the next you’re having butter toast for dinner and calling it intuitive eating.
This era isn’t about rejecting anyone!(ehh some people don’t need to be included all the time) it’s about returning to myself. About loving who I am when no one’s watching, and feeling lucky that I get to share that version of me, not depend on it. I’m soft launching my expanded independence... one glass of wine, one(x365 days) solo night in, one unapologetic decision at a time. 













Burning Sage and My Last Nerve Necessities:

Nothing Headphone 1- sleek, modern, with a futuristic transparent design. Perfect if you like minimal, statement tech.

Pretty Pouf Slipper- glam + cozy with a fun, elevated look aka not basic bitch fully.

Midori MD Notebook Journal- minimalist, great paper for pens.

Swarovski Crystalline Ballpoint Pen- for when your pen needs to give some cunt.

P.F. Candle Co. Alchemy Soy Candle- earthy, layered scent, sustainable and stylish.

Preservation Wines- small-batch, additive-free, 100% organic/ natural wines.

Dry Farm Wines- curates organic, sugar-free, low-sulfite wines.




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