The Comeback

16 days off and now I’m back.

Better than ever..

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Thank you, next!

Last Kiss X I Love You I’m Sorry

I’m just a girl who loves heartbreak songs.

And…I’m 9 months too late to discover this mashup of two songs by Taylor Swift and Gracie Abrams.

A combination of sad songs from the past and present. They share the same chords makes it so easy for them to blend into each other. 

Ooo..I love the bridge :)

“I’ll watch your life in pictures, like I used to watch you sleep.  I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe.”

“You were the best but you were the worst. As sick as it sounds, I loved you first. I was a *ick. It is what it is.”

Last Kiss was a song that was overplayed on my guitar in 2010. 

Call me Picasso

 I am today years old realising…im not bad at painting.

And that is enough to keep my happiness jar full for the day :)

#bieberchella

I had a fun night with my boy tonight.

I dont think he’s ever met this version of me..

The one that existed before him.

Before she got buried in motherhood.

Just the two of us, singing “Baby” by Justin Bieber.

It got me thinking..motherhood doesn’t take me away from who I used to be. Maybe with time, I’ll find my way back.

And for a moment, I was the girl I used to be. I found the version of me I thought I lost.

10 days

 ...since my last Pilates session.

And i miss it. 

Like, a lot.

It’s interesting how something that once felt like a routine can quietly turn into something you actually need.

It grounds me.

If I am being honest my job is really interrupting my Pilates schedule right now. Should I quit? ;p

Do You Miss the Old You?

Do you ever find yourself missing the old (younger) you?

Because I do.

I miss the younger version of me sometimes.

…the body with high metabolism rate

…smooth skin like baby’s bottom

…mind that didnt overthink

…soul that was naive

…lighter version of me that carefree and braver.

The version of me who would have said yes to bungee jumping, to skydiving, to anything that made my heart race in excitement, not anxiety.

Now? I go down a slide and feel like my heart just dropped 100 meters.

Somewhere along the years, caution replaced courage.

Or maybe… responsibility did.

It’s strange, isn’t it?

To miss people who is still right in front of you.

To miss versions of yourself that still exist somewhere inside you, just quieter now.

Maybe nothing is truly lost.

Just… transformed.

And maybe, just maybe..

there is something about the woman I am becoming now that my younger self would look at and admire.

Yapping so much here now I'm late for the gym..

Good Goodbye

Saying goodbye to the version of me whose frontal lobe hadn’t fully developed yet : impulsive, emotional, and still trying to make sense of everything. 

Dear my younger self, 

You made questionable choices, felt things deeply, and learned many lessons the hard way… but you were also brave, sincere, and doing the best you could with what you knew at the time. 

I may cringe when I look back, but you are part of my story. The raw, unfiltered chapters that shaped who I am today. 

So this is a gentle closing, an acknowledgment… and a quiet thank you for getting me here. 

 

 

Goodbye will hurt me, and i might cry. 

Its fine.. i might kick myself in regret. 

But this is it..  Goodby-y-ye 

 (Hwasa)

In 3..2..1..deleting all the posts and memories, the good and the bad… 💭