Swipe Left On Perfection
Oh, Just another 40 year old AuDHD woman with a lot to say….after maybe a side quest or two.
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I live a small life, on purpose.Mornings chowing down proteinlaundry half-folded on the chair, floor, bedkeys lost in the same old bag. I am not a masterpiece of order,I am a patchwork of “almost done”and “I tried”and “maybe tomorrow.” Some days, the world is too loud emails piling like storm clouds,heart beating fast over nothing…
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On Rescheduling My Life I want to start with the obvious: I’ve been moving this blog around a lot. Posts delayed. Ideas shifted. Timelines stretched. From the outside, it might just look like poor planning or “life happens,” but underneath it, there’s been a lot of change. The kind of change that rearranges you from…
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Tonight, I am celebrating my first night at my Dream Job. So I will be enjoying a night off from the blog and settling in. Will post again on Friday 2/27/ Xoxo Thank you! I can’t wait to fill ya’ll in. Xoxo
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Alas… There are some wounds that don’t just “heal” and disappear. They weave themselves into how we love, how we trust (or don’t), how we speak, how we brace for impact every time we let someone close. For me, it’s abandonment. Not always the obvious kind. Sometimes it’s not people physically leaving. It’s people staying…
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Note from me, Shae: “Hey. Just wanted to say thank you for reading. I am deeply exhausted today, It’s been a week BUT so much good! Thank you for being so understanding of my need for rest. I offer you a small poem by me, and I will treat you to a BLOG update on…
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I was taughtto be a good girl. soft voice, small needs,apologizing for the spacemy body took up in a room. I learned earlythat being likedwas safer than being real.That lovewas something you earnedby bending first,breaking later,bleeding quietly. I thoughtif I was understanding enough,forgiving enough,low-maintenance enough,no one would leave. So I let them cross linesI never…
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The message arrived in pixels,a soft knock on the glass of my life:We’re a match,you wrote.I think your father might be mine. The words were small,but my bones heard thunder.Something under my ribsexhaled,finally naming what it always knew. We talked,and our lives walked alongside each otherlike parallel streets in the same town.Same cracks in the…
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I am learning that kindness is not just in big, grand gestures. It’s in the quiet, steady presence of someone who lets you be soft. Someone who doesn’t punish you for your insecurities, but welcomes them. Someone who doesn’t get defensive when you say, “Hey, I’m feeling a little tender around this,” and instead replies…
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Some days I genuinely believe world peace could start with one simple thing: Stop being an asshole to the people you say you love. Wild concept, I know. We need a mass movement for basic decency — not just in politics or online debates, but in the tiny, boring, everyday moments where we either repeat…
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Refresh, refresh, my fingers tap with manic, frenzied flair,Ticketmaster spins a loading wheel like it’s a juggler’s pins in air. Queue time: “More than an hour,” my soul begins to wilt,Meanwhile Yoongi just wants my rent and grocery money’s guilt. I type in the presale code like it’s a sacred spell,“Code invalid.” Suddenly I’m free-falling…
Swipe Left On Perfection 