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Somewhere along the way skincare got completely tangled up with anti ageing, and suddenly tending to your skin became coded as being afraid of your own face. In my forties, I love my routine and have zero interest in pretending otherwise, but I am also not at war with getting older. Caring for your skin is not the same as fighting time. This is about separating the genuine joy of a good routine from the shame spiral the beauty industry would prefer you stay stuck in, and building a relationship with your skin rooted in care rather than fear.

You can care deeply about your skin and still be completely at peace with getting older. These two things are allowed to exist at the same time.

Reflexology gets dismissed as a wellness trend, but what happens on that table is something else entirely. A skilled practitioner can read stress, inflammation, hormonal chaos, and emotional residue through your feet before you have said a single word. This is about what reflexology has revealed about my body that no blood test or GP appointment ever flagged, why the whole body connection is worth taking seriously, and what it actually feels like to be read that accurately by someone paying complete attention.

Self-Care

She Read My Hangover Through My Feet and I’ve Never Felt More Seen

17 April 20264 April 2026

My reflexologist took one look at my feet and knew exactly what kind of weekend I had. No context given. No questions asked. Just knowing.

For a long time I thought being a kind person meant being available, agreeable, and easy to be around at almost any cost. It took me an embarrassingly long time to realise that kindness without boundaries is not generosity, it is self abandonment dressed up nicely. This is about learning to put the boundary first and letting the kindness follow, why the two are not in conflict, and what it actually looks like to be a warm person who also knows exactly where their edges are. Less martyrdom. More honesty. Still kind, just not at my own expense.

Feminine Rage Healing

Boundaries Before Kindness

13 April 202611 April 2026

Kindness without boundaries is not kindness. It is people pleasing with a smile on it, and I spent years confusing the two.

There is a fine line between leaning into your astrology and letting it write cheques your nervous system cannot cash. As a Pisces, I have used my sign to explain away some genuinely questionable decisions, and at some point that stops being self awareness and starts being a cosmic excuse note. This is an honest and slightly self roasting look at the moments my star sign got the better of me, why we need to stop outsourcing our accountability to Mercury retrograde, and how to enjoy astrology without letting it run the whole show.

Astro-Girlie Chaos Goblin

Let’s Not Get Pisces-ed Away

10 April 20265 March 2026

Sometimes my Pisces Moon energy is a gift. Other times it has completely got the better of me and I have the situationships to prove it.

The original five love languages are a decent starting point, but my actual love language is something none of Gary Chapman's books cover.

Relationships

Additional Thoughts on Love Languages

6 April 20265 March 2026

The original five love languages are a decent starting point, but my actual love language is something none of Gary Chapman’s books cover.

Monday gets all the hate but Tuesday is genuinely the most spiritually bankrupt day on the calendar. At least Monday has the drama of a fresh start. Tuesday has nothing. No momentum, no proximity to the weekend, no cultural significance whatsoever. Just a grey, obligation filled stretch of hours with nothing to look forward to and no excuse to be miserable about it. This is my completely serious case for why Tuesday deserves the bad reputation it never gets, from someone who has felt this deeply for years and is finally saying it out loud.

Chaos Goblin

Tuesdays Suck. There. I Said It.

3 April 20262 March 2026

Tuesday is the worst day of the week and I will not be taking questions. Too far from the weekend in every possible direction.

Being an ex-wife is often framed as failure, but it is anything but. In this article, I reclaim the narrative around divorce and explain why being the ex-wife is a marker of courage, self-respect, and growth. From choosing autonomy over endurance to rebuilding life after marriage, this piece explores resilience, identity, and redefining success beyond traditional milestones. Leaving a relationship that no longer serves you is not weakness. It is clarity, strength, and proof that you value your future.

Relationships

Being the Ex-Wife Isn’t a Failure. It’s a Fucking Flex

1 April 202627 February 2026

Being the ex-wife isn’t shameful. It means I chose myself, survived the ending, and walked away wiser and stronger.

Somewhere along the way I decided I was not a dancer, and I let that stop me from moving with any joy for years. Then I started dancing badly on purpose, in my kitchen, in my lounge room, while Lulu watched with the contempt only a hellspawn black cat can muster, and something shifted. This is about reclaiming movement without performance. What happens when you stop waiting until you are good enough to enjoy something. The strange, specific freedom of being terrible at something with your whole chest and doing it anyway.

Healing

Dancing Badly on Purpose: A Reclamation

30 March 20262 March 2026

Bad dancing in the kitchen with a judgemental black cat watching is somehow the most freeing thing I have done for my mental health.

I want to talk about something that should not even be a debate: tipping your nail technician. These are skilled workers spending hours hunched over your hands in spaces that are often not well ventilated, doing detailed, physical work for wages that do not reflect that effort. I get into the real economics behind nail salon work, what your nail tech actually takes home, and why that $5 or $10 tip matters more than you think. Treat the people who take care of you with the respect they deserve.

Style

Why You Always Tip the Nail Lady

27 March 20262 March 2026

I’m breaking down exactly why tipping your nail tech is non-negotiable, and what it really means for the person doing your nails.

There is a reason so many women joke that their personality is being tired and in pain. We have been taught since childhood to swallow anger, smooth things over, stay small and manageable and easy to be around. But that rage goes somewhere. It does not evaporate. It settles. This is an honest look at the connection between chronic stress, suppressed emotion, and the body finally sending up a flare. Not a medical lecture. Just a woman connecting some uncomfortable dots and asking whether feeling everything might actually be safer than feeling nothing at all.

Feminine Rage Healing

The Rage You Swallow Turns Into Autoimmune Disease

23 March 20262 March 2026

The anger women swallow to stay palatable does not disappear. It goes somewhere, and your body keeps an honest record of all of it.

There is a specific kind of personal growth that nobody warns you about. The moment you stop being the victim in your own story long enough to ask whether you also played a part. This is not about blame or self flagellation. It is about sitting in the uncomfortable middle ground where two things are true at once. They were not great. You were not always great either. I write honestly about the patterns I spotted in myself, what I had to own, and why taking accountability without losing your self worth is one of the harder things you will ever do.

Healing Relationships

Maybe I Wasn’t The Problem, But Also Maybe I Was

20 March 20261 March 2026

Turns out the truth about who was the problem sits somewhere deeply uncomfortable in the middle, and I had to be honest about both sides.

We all carry an imagined version of the woman we thought we would become. In this article, I explore the quiet grief of letting go of that former blueprint, whether it involved career milestones, relationships, motherhood, or lifestyle dreams. Growth often means releasing expectations shaped by youth, culture, or pressure. This piece examines identity shifts, self-acceptance, and redefining success on your own terms. Letting go is not failure. It is the beginning of living in alignment with who you truly are now.

Mindfulness My 40's

Letting Go of the Woman You Thought You’d Be

16 March 202621 February 2026

I had a blueprint for who I’d become. Letting her go hurt, but she made room for the woman I actually am.

Loving Your Skin Doesn’t Mean You Hate Ageing

She Read My Hangover Through My Feet and I’ve Never Felt More Seen

Boundaries Before Kindness

Let’s Not Get Pisces-ed Away

Additional Thoughts on Love Languages

Tuesdays Suck. There. I Said It.

Loving Your Skin Doesn’t Mean You Hate Ageing

She Read My Hangover Through My Feet and I’ve Never Felt More Seen

Boundaries Before Kindness

Let’s Not Get Pisces-ed Away

Additional Thoughts on Love Languages

Tuesdays Suck. There. I Said It.

Being the Ex-Wife Isn’t a Failure. It’s a Fucking Flex

Dancing Badly on Purpose: A Reclamation

Why You Always Tip the Nail Lady

The Rage You Swallow Turns Into Autoimmune Disease

Maybe I Wasn’t The Problem, But Also Maybe I Was

Letting Go of the Woman You Thought You’d Be

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