bring back women having oddly specific personal traditions. peach cobbler on the first cold night. fresh flowers after payday. a solo birthday breakfast. champagne when something scary works out. give your life some folklore.
The older I get, the more I understand why people disappear into gardening baking, reading, and long walks. Not because life got boring. Because peace became valuable.
It’s always fun to throw people off with your duality. You can be mysterious but also honest about your lived experiences. Funny but strict. You can be multiple things at once. Life is more fun that way when you have a multidimensional and layered personality.
The only time I feel shame is when I don’t read my books, don’t create, and don’t treat myself lmao everything else is white noise. I know who I am, so!