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30/09/2025
by September… I found my rhythm again
[30.09.25]
If there’s one thing I’ve done more in September than any other month this year, it’s dance. And honestly, that feels like a sign that I’m slowly finding my joy again.
I’m not going to lie, this year hasn’t been the easiest. There’ve been moments I’ve struggled, with my mental health, with staying consistent, with showing up for myself the way I wanted to. People who’ve been in my life, and some who’ve left, would know just how heavy some parts of this year have felt.
There’s no quick fix, no magic switch. But I’ve been fighting for myself, choosing to prioritise me, even in the smallest ways. A solo coffee, a quiet walk, a slow dance in the kitchen. They’ve all been little steps back home to myself.
A huge part of that healing has been slowing down, taking time away with Matty, escaping the noise, and just being present together. Our recent staycation felt like a breath of fresh air. No dogs this time (love them dearly, but we needed space to just be us). We cooked, rested, talked about our goals, our growth, both together and as individuals.
If you’ve ever planned a wedding, you’ll understand how consuming it can be, the stress, the costs, the constant to-do lists. What people don’t talk about enough are the post-wedding blues. When it’s all over, you’re left asking, “What now?” Combine that with family losses, grief, and mental exhaustion, and yeah it’s been a lot.
But this season feels different. Calmer. Reignited. Like we’re both remembering who we are, what we want, and how we want to show up, together and apart.
itself was beautiful, remote, quiet, surrounded by stillness. Definitely one for a proper switch-off. Just remember: it’s self-catering, not near shops, so bring everything you need and drive if you can. It’s less about convenience and more about peace.
September reminded me what joy can look like, slow, steady, and soft. Not loud or perfect. Just present.
Here’s to fighting for yourself, finding your rhythm again, and holding on to the little things that make you feel alive.
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