#tiptoe watched the end of Tip Toe then came on X to see the reaction. It seems to me that those saying this could never happen 2026 UK are missing the power of social media. Near all that occurs is fuelled by it. Reactions to, and the seeking of, a narrative to support a view
@LeaningEmma Jesus Emma WTF. I’d rather you leave China than hear that crap. Inches or none you are not fat, never have been. Stupid idiots, culture differences do not excuse it 🤯🤬
At the heart of every human is the need to know we’ll be OK. That life — in one way or another — will go on.
Trees remind us of what we can trust. We need to continually relearn what the trees already know: life is a cycle. There will be moments of darkness and difficulty, but periods of light and loveliness.
The yearly blossoms are an aide-memoire that there’s always the possibility for growth and renewal. Emotions, experiences, people and places will change as leaves will fall. But moving on doesn’t mean forgetting the past. It means moving forward with it.
While years leave scars, time brings blossom. #Blossom #China #TheOysterPail 🥡
Numbers.
The ones we can’t make peace with. The age. The scale. The hours lost to a screen at midnight. The voice that keeps count.
We are fluent in the wrong arithmetic.
A test score. A salary. Followers. As if any of them add up to anything important when our days are numbered.
What if we measured differently?
The number of times you text someone because they crossed your mind. The strangers you looked at today. The times you said the true thing instead of the easy one. The mornings you got up in spite of everything keeping you down.
Some numbers don’t fit a scale. They don’t show up in size. They’re the numbers nobody asks you about.
And yet.
I’m working on caring about those numbers more. The equation is messy.
But it counts.
In the Jewish tradition of Hanukkah, light is placed in a window or doorway should a passerby consumed by darkness need to see it.
Light doesn’t just exist to be conserved. It exists to be witnessed.
Hit me harder than a pigeon flying into glass that we’re nearing the end of another year. Another year in which I haven’t kept the promises made to myself and others. But rather than condemn the soul that lives beneath this skin, I’m going to take self-care seriously for what’s left of 2025.
It’s not over til’ it’s over.
So whatever you’ve done or not done this year, know there’s time to make change. Maybe not the Instagram algorithm type of transformation, but the quiet adjustments that begin any overhaul. Be it the relationship with yourself or a significant other, family, friends, work, exercise, or aspiration.
Don’t go perfectly, it’s bullshit to try. Just show up in one small way today and repeat that tomorrow. Maybe add an extra percentage on the days you’re feeling cocky.
Now is not the time for self-condemnation. You are human. An imperfectly perfect example of struggle. And anything worth being never came easy to anyone.