28/07/2026
The past months have been wild.
“Out of office,” reflecting on how I’ve been living in the paradox of celebrating milestones while carrying pain.
Why did no one warn me about the kind of grief that comes with the illness of someone you deeply love, someone who is part of who you are? Watching them slowly change, and realizing that, in the process, you’re changing too.
Grieving someone who is still here, while mourning the person they used to be, is a kind of heartbreak I never knew existed.
Sharing this because it came with a reminder I needed this season.
We spend years holding ourselves back because of what other people might think. Then life has a way of reminding you that most people never see the full picture of what you’re carrying anyway.
So much of what we fear simply doesn’t matter. And the only worries worth carrying are the ones that teach you how to live with uncertainty. No one really knows what’s next.
So you might as well do the things you’ve been waiting to do.
To everyone who’s been carrying something heavy: may the sun guide you to the other side.
And to everyone who’s been waiting for the right moment: it is almost always now.
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Life has a funny way of curing perfectionism. It shows you enough mess, enough unpredictability, enough beautifully imperfect moments that one day you just reach a level of unbotheredness you’re genuinely grateful for.
“I think about the sunrise. Every morning it comes and when it fades, no one accuses the sky of theft. No one says I lost the sunrise today. We understand, instinctively, that it was never ours to lose. We were just there for it. We just got to watch.”
An extract a recent favorite read on Substack “You Can’t Own The Sun” personal essay by Little Attached Buttons.
Shopping from my mom’s shoe closet this summer.
Our ancestors really do have our backs.
Anyways, I think the signs are pretty clear:
Post whatever you want. Create whatever you want.
Be whoever you want. Life is too short to flatten yourself into perfection. Oh, and wear more vintage, loves.
Sun up. Bags packed. A last-minute escape to Portugal.