
February Recap
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Is it just me or is time actually speeding up? Sometimes I genuinely pause and think about it.
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I know I say this every single month, but honestly… it flew by again.
Is it just me or is time actually speeding up? Sometimes I genuinely pause and think about it. Didn’t time used to move slower? As a child, summer holidays felt endless. Endless.
Now when I go on holiday with Finn, time disappears as if we’re talking hours instead of days. I truly hope vacations still feel endless to him, although I have a sneaky suspicion time is racing for him too.
Maybe it’s the digital world we live in. A world bursting with constant stimulation and absolutely zero room for boredom. Remember boredom? The dramatic “I’m dying of boredom” kind? There was no 24/7 television, no Netflix, no internet, no social media. There was playing outside, marbles on the pavement, and being unapologetically bored.
I used to spend Sundays in my room recording songs off the radio with my cassette recorder. And then the walkman arrived. Revolutionary.
But February came with a holiday. We went to Val Thorens, and I wrote a blog about it. It was filled with snow, laughter, and most importantly real quality time together.
If you are at a large party and the thought of spending
minutes doing the rounds to say goodbye to everyone makes you want to cry, just leave.
Text the host the next morning to say what a wonderful time you had. Trust me, at a big
party, no one will notice, and your peace of mind is worth it.
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I know I say this every single month, but honestly… it flew by again.
February is also the month of love. Valentine’s Day. And I took a moment to reflect on the love I feel for myself, because self love is a verb. Especially in perimenopause. Still. Yes, still.
The glamorous side effects of this season of life include swampy armpits, sudden bursts of rage, a fuller bottom, puffier cheeks and a body that seems to wake up every morning with a new opinion. Loving yourself through every hormonal plot twist is not a spa day. It is work. It is choosing yourself over and over again while your body reinvents itself without asking for permission.
In between all of that, I keep getting pulled back into the past by the overwhelming flood of Epstein files content circulating on social media. And with AI these days, I honestly cannot always tell what is real and what is fabricated. It is complicated. It is heavy. And it brings me back to the 90s, when I was a very young woman walking around Paris surrounded by so many Epsteins, while I was already, even then, trying to hold my own.
Writing that makes me realize something. I have been trying to hold my own in this crazy world my entire life. Aren’t we all.
If you are at a large party and the thought of spending
minutes doing the rounds to say goodbye to everyone makes you want to cry, just leave.
Text the host the next morning to say what a wonderful time you had. Trust me, at a big
party, no one will notice, and your peace of mind is worth it.
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I know I say this every single month, but honestly… it flew by again.
I often feel like I am still pretending to be an adult, as if I am still just acting like I know how everything works. Because honestly, who really understands this insane world we are living in right now?
Which is exactly why I am so ready for spring. For us to collectively step outside again instead of staying inside, mentally and physically. For flowers to bloom, birds to sing, coats and hats to retire. Spring always feels lighter. Softer. Easier.
Because let’s be honest, February is still winter. It is the final stretch. And the final stretch is allowed to feel a little heavy. I definitely feel that.
But let’s not forget what is still beautiful in this world. Let’s keep doing the things that make us happy. Like me tattooing summer freckles on my face simply because they make me smile.
Let’s look forward. Let’s hope this slightly chaotic world finds its balance again. That women everywhere will have the same rights as men. That countries regain independence. That wars end. That criminal men are held accountable. That peace returns.
Let’s stay positive. Let’s spread positivity the way spring spreads across the Northern Hemisphere, slowly, gently, but inevitably, as Mother Nature once again bathes everything in sunlight.
And maybe, just maybe, time will slow down long enough for us to notice.
🌷
If you are at a large party and the thought of spending
minutes doing the rounds to say goodbye to everyone makes you want to cry, just leave.
Text the host the next morning to say what a wonderful time you had. Trust me, at a big
party, no one will notice, and your peace of mind is worth it.
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