Idk Why The Fuck I’m Telling You All This…But Here We Are

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I’ve been sitting on this blog for over five years—and it’s definitely not because I had nothing to say. The truth is, I’ve had too much to say. But every time I got close to starting, I’d stop myself. Too messy or Too glossy. Too unsure. no one cares. And I suppose I was waiting for the perfect version of me to show up and tell the story.

But here’s the thing: that version is never coming. So you’re getting me as I am—right here, right now.

This isn’t your typical blog. This also isn’t a reboot of my fashion blog. It’s more like a slightly chaotic diary that decided to mic check a microphone and call itself a movement. Some days you’ll find wisdom, other days you’ll find word vomit. every time it’ll be me.

So here we are.

Lately, life has been…a lot. If you asked me what I’ve been up to, I’d probably say, “fine! grateful!” but that would be a lie because half the time I still legitimately don’t know what I’m up to, what i’m feeling, or what i’m doing. sometimes i do impress myself, i’ll be honest, but The last few months (years?) have been about rebuilding, re-centering, and realizing that healing is not a linear journey—it’s a chaotic, weird, confusing, sexy, beautiful mess. And I want to talk about it. All of it.

If you’re a friend on Instagram, you probably saw me post recently about my 100th yoga or pilates class since October. That was a huge milestone, but what I didn’t fully get into there is that this journey wasn’t just physical—it was mental, emotional, and a whole lot of ‘dom, get out of bed. you promised yourself.’ moments. And that’s what this blog is really about.

This isn’t just me airing out my life for the sake of it. This is about us—about navigating the chaos, figuring shit out, and hopefully finding some clarity (or at the very least a good laugh) along the way.

Maybe you’re also in the middle of a plot twist you didn’t see coming. Maybe you’re trying to heal, rebrand your life, or just make it through the week without spiraling. If so, welcome. You’re in the right place, at the right time (fINALLY) and i’ll show you where they hide the snacks.

This is going to be a mix of everything that makes me me—the highs, the lows, the are you fucking kidding me? moments. i’ll share what and who i love, i’ll also share what scares me. I’ll be writing about love and relationships, rewiring my brain for manifestation and healing, being a Black woman in this politically charged world, my Adaptive Oppression Theory (which we will definitely get into), solo nights out at restaurants, Sex, intimacy, travels, fashion, wellness entrepreneurship, self-partnership, and whatever square pops up on the gameboard.

Some days, I’ll be sharing Saturn return style lessons from love, business, and trying (and failing) to stay consistent. Other days, we’ll just be talking about how a bartender at my favorite restaurant had me ready to risk it all for a man who knows how to take orders, bring me food, and pour a perfect glass of wine. You just don't know, you know? Either way, you’ll leave with something—whether it’s a new perspective, a practical tip, or just a reminder that you’re not alone in the chaos.

I legitimately used to think life had to fit into neat little boxes: career, relationships, identity. But it doesn’t. At all. And honestly, I’ve stopped trying to force it to. Which is why I’m here now, writing this, finally doing the thing I’ve been avoiding.

I want this to feel like the kind of conversation you have at 2 AM with someone you just met in a bathroom, when you’re both lit and suddenly spilling your life stories like you’ve known each other forever, or the call that comes after the, "GIRL. Can you talk?" text. Vulnerable, messy, real. No forced positivity, no “10 Steps to Fix Your Life” bullsh*t. just raw experiences, lessons, and maybe a few hard truths.

Also, because I want this to feel like a full experience, expect pictures—some of me (dressed up or down), some of memes, and/or some of my food and cocktails (because let’s be real, I love to dilly dally). And audio too, because sometimes reading is effort, and we deserve options.

So yeah, I have no idea why tf I’m telling you all this. But if you're still here, maybe you feel like something in all my chaos will hit home. Maybe it reminded you that your mess shouldn’t shrink you…it connects you. And if you're down for more stories, more spirals, and more soul, i’ll be here. Until then, stay messy, stay raw, and stay in the fucking room. Now go do something reckless but responsible! Love you, byyyyyeee