I think I need to go offline for a while. Somewhere between blogging, scrolling, creating and constantly thinking about what comes next, I lost track of who I am when nobody’s watching. So I’m logging off a little and trying to find her again.
My six-month plan is officially dead somewhere between a full rebrand, rearranging the house, restarting streaming, abandoning my budget and writing exactly one sentence of a new book. Turns out getting my shit together might need a different plan.
Two months into my 6-month plan, things are going unevenly. Instagram feels more human, my book has five chapters drafted, skincare is finally rolling, and the gym is still judging me. A realistic check-in on progress, ADHD, and trying anyway.
.png){kind=small}
.png){kind=small}
