Random101

01/10/2025

Here I am again—wandering through my own thoughts, quietly tending to the ache that friendship once left behind.
Lately, I’ve been stepping back from the noise, choosing solitude over circles that once felt sacred. A recent betrayal cracked something tender in me, and in that silence, I began to see a pattern: the friendships I gave my deepest loyalty to… were the ones that left me most wounded.

I offered rawness. I showed up fully. I loved without measure.
And still, I was dismissed—unnoticed, as if my presence held no weight. That truth stung. It made me question the worth of my devotion, the value of my voice.

But I prayed.
I whispered my way back to myself.
I became my own cheerleader, my own safe place.
No longer chasing validation, I now choose wholeness without permission.

I am learning to thrive within the quiet.
To honor the closed doors that protect my peace.
To remember that I am not lacking—I am layered.
I am not broken—I am blooming.

I am enough.
Not because others say so,
but because I say so.

29/09/2025

My daughters have always been drawn to the wild wonders of the world—more captivated by creatures than dolls, more enchanted by dinosaurs and the gentle charm of capybaras than by glitter and gowns. Their hearts beat for the forest, the deep sea, and the stars above. Watching them grow with such curiosity and reverence for nature fills me with awe.

As a mother, I marvel at how much is now within reach—how easily they can explore the vastness I never knew as a child. I didn’t grow up with this abundance of knowledge at my fingertips, but I’m deeply grateful that they can. It feels like a sacred gift, this chance to witness their wonder and walk beside them as they discover the beauty of creation.

I thank God for the blessings that have poured into our lives—the ones we’ve received and the ones still on their way. May our home always be a place where curiosity is nurtured, nature is honored, and love leads the way.

22/09/2025

21/09/2025

The space center

20/09/2025

Mars expeditions

18/09/2025

17/09/2025

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15/09/2025

15/09/2025

It’s my so-called day off, but let’s be real—there’s no ‘off’ when you’ve clocked 36 hours in the hospital over the weekend and still have a mountain of home visit notes staring you down like judgmental little gremlins. I’ve been parked here for three hours and managed to write… wait for it… three notes. That’s one note per hour. At this rate, I’ll finish by next Christmas.

ADHD? Oh, she’s not just a diagnosis—she’s a full-time diva. She waltzes in, throws glitter on my focus, and exits stage left with my productivity. People probably think I’m lazy, but they don’t see the mental gymnastics it takes to wrestle deadlines while battling the inner chaos. It’s like trying to do ballet in a hurricane.

Meanwhile, the dishes are plotting a coup in the sink, the laundry’s giving me side-eye from across the room, and I’m just here trying to remember what my name is and why I walked into the kitchen. My boy… I’m overwhelmed. But I’m still here. Still showing up. Still trying. And if that’s not heroic, I don’t know what is.”

17/02/2025

Our quick get away safari trip

16/10/2024