Oops! My Thirties.
Accidental wisdom and dream-fueled mistakes
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Writer. Observer. Obviously feminist.
This is my quiet corner of the internet. A place to unpack, reflect, and start over. I write about what it means to be in-between: between countries, chapters, (un)certainties, music, memory, and messy hope.
I’ve packed and repacked my life more times than I care to count. Through it all, I’ve found comfort in words and in the small rituals that keep me anchored; like tea, prayer, and good rugs.
For the woman rebuilding.
For anyone learning how to be gentle with themselves. Again.
Category: Transitions
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Life doesn’t always slip away in milestones. Sometimes it fades in the quiet details. In the routines, the body you ignore, the bills, the voices, the sunsets you miss. This piece is about noticing the invisible threads that hold us together, even when life feels like it’s unraveling
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Even as everything unravels; dreams, finances, plans; I still sort my garbage. A love letter to the quiet rituals that anchor us in the storm.
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A fading candle. A shrinking timeline. A life in boxes. In this tender, late-summer reflection, I write from the floor; eye-level with what remains of my world; just days before leaving the country. It’s not graceful. It’s not curated. But it’s mine.
Oops! My Thirties. 