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March Favorites

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I almost didn’t make this post because I feel like I’ve been chronically online this month, and if you’ve been here… you’ve already seen all of this unfold in real time. But I love a good roundup moment and it’s giving scrapbook energy, it’s giving main character recap.

ā€œMay your choices reflect your hopes, not your fears.ā€ — Nelson Mandela

This was my favorite quote of the month, and honestly, it’s the energy I’m carrying with me into April.

This quote felt very March. Lots of doing, trying, sharing, and just leaning into the things that make me feel like me.

Favorites of the Month:
Turmeric cleansing pads = underrated queen of my routine right now. My skin has been like… ā€œoh, we’re glowing?ā€
Also, Costco clothes. Specifically, the cute work pants I found. I don’t know who I am anymore, but I do know I’m in my Costco clothing era and I’m thriving. Comfort? Price? Unexpected slay? Say less.

Doing:
All. the. arts. and. crafts.
Like if there’s a way to turn something into a little project, I’m doing it. It’s been very therapeutic, very ā€œI’m just a girl with hobbies.ā€

Trying:
To stay consistent with my routine (keyword: trying), and to remember to call my loved ones more—because somehow the days just fly by.
Also, really working on putting myself first this year and not caring so much about how other people see me. Not everyone is going to understand or see me authentically anyway, and I’m honestly just tired of being a people-pleasing pushover. It’s a work in progress, but it feels important.

Reading:
For book club, I’m on the second book in the Fourth Wing series, which has been fun because I am obsessed with this series.
Personally, I’m rereading The Last Survivors series by Susan Beth Pfeffer before recommending it to my niece. I have a history of recommending things that are maybe… a little too intense or just not age appropriate, shes 12 so i think she can handle more. Since I don’t want the argument with her parents I’m fact-checking myself this time. Honestly, I think it’s fine—and sometimes those review sites are a little dramatic.

Watching:
Okay first of all—baseball season is BACK, which means I will absolutely be watching the games, even if I’m just watching from my couch, it counts.
Also watching the second season of The Pitt (does anyone else ship Robby and Whitaker?) and The Fall and Rise of Reggie Dinkins, which surprised me in the best way.

I don’t actually know if this is a watch or a listen but I finally discovered a podcast I’m obsessed with: The Dish Podcast. I love Nick Grimshaw and Angela Hartnett, especially how they interact with guests, and I enjoy the recipes they share.

Listening:
ā€œSidewaysā€ by Zayn has been on repeat, along with ā€œKiss All the Timeā€ by Harry Styles. It’s giving a little disco, a little dreamy, a little dramatic. So basically… I’m never getting out of my One Direction phase.

Overall, March felt very full—in the best, sparkly, slightly chaotic way. And if this post feels repetitive, I think that just means I’ve been actually living and sharing as I go, which is kind of the whole point.

Anyway… onto April. Let’s see who she is.

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Unexpectedly Full of Giggles

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What makes you laugh?

If you only knew me from my posts, you might think I spend my days brooding dramatically in a dimly lit corner, sighing into the void. Fair. That’s the vibe. But here’s the plot twist: I am, inconveniently, a very happy person.

Like, I laugh atĀ everything. Not refined, polite chuckling either—I’m talking full-on, teenage-boy-level humor. Dumb jokes? Incredible. Bad puns? Life-giving. Someone slipping in a totally non-serious way? I’m gone. It’s honestly a miracle I get anything done between laughing fits.

My friends say I have that same overly cheerful, giggly energy—which feels very on brand for someone who cannot stop laughing at literally nothing.

Which is why it’s funny (to me, obviously) that my online persona feels like it belongs in a rainstorm at all times. I promise, offline me is probably giggling at something completely ridiculous while writing something that sounds emotionally devastating.

Lately, I’ve been obsessed with The Fall and Rise of Reggie Dinkins, which absolutely fuels this contradiction. I love comedy that leans into chaos, and that show delivers in a way that makes my sense of humor feel seen.

So yes, I may sound sad and slightly unhinged online—but in reality, I’m just over here laughing at everything.

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The Next Stephen King

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Daily writing prompt
When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I was probably a little too young when my mom first introduced me to her favorite author, Stephen King. To be fair, she started with The Eyes of the Dragon, which is technically more of a children’s story. She always told me it was something he’d written for his daughter when she was young, so in her mind, it felt like a safe place to begin.

But that was just the beginning.

Not long after, she was reading me Dreamcatcher—and even let me watch the movie. Looking back, it might not have been the most age-appropriate choice, but at the time, it felt completely normal. It was just part of our routine.

Every night, we had this ritual: she’d sit with me and read aloud. Those moments became something I looked forward to all day. Stories weren’t just entertainment in our house—they were an experience, something shared, something alive.

I didn’t realize it then, but those nights shaped me in a big way. Somewhere between fantasy kingdoms and Stephen King’s darker worlds, I started to fall in love with storytelling.

And that’s where it began—the quiet, growing feeling that maybe one day, I wanted to be a writer too.

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Starting My Sourdough Starter

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This spring, I’m coming back to something familiar: sourdough. I’ve done this before—back in 2020, when so many of us were trying new things at home. I kept a starter going for years, tucked in a big jar in the fridge, feeding it regularly and using it for everything from biscuits and scones to muffins and pancakes. It became part of my routine for a while… until, sometime around 2022, I slowly lost interest and let it go.

So this isn’t exactly new—it’s more like starting again.

There’s something about spring that makes it feel right. A season for growing things, or regrowing them. Not just plants, but habits, hobbies, and little rituals that once brought joy. Sourdough feels like the perfect fit for that kind of reset.

I’m using the same simple method I followed before. To begin, dissolve 1 teaspoon of sugar in ½ cup warm water, sprinkle in one packet of yeast, and let it sit for about 10 minutes. Then add 1½ cups warm water and 2 cups of flour, mixing until smooth. Cover it and leave it out overnight. On day two, stir in 1 cup flour, ½ cup sugar, and 1 cup milk, then cover and refrigerate. For the next couple of days, just stir daily. On day five, feed it again the same way as day two, then continue stirring each day through day nine. By day ten, it’s ready to use—bake something, share a cup with a friend, and keep a portion going by feeding it again.

Even having done this before, there’s still that sense of uncertainty. Will it bubble the way I remember? Will I keep up with it this time? But I’m trying not to focus on getting it ā€œright.ā€ Like before, it’s really about consistency and care—showing up each day, paying attention, and letting it grow slowly.

If nothing else, it’s a small, steady reminder: some things are worth starting again.

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From Abandoned Projects to Creative Comebacks

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Okay listen… I know, I know—I’m a quitter. Was a quitter. Let’s say I’mĀ  ā€œin recovery,ā€ okay? Breaking that habit is no joke though, especially when quitting has always been my emotional support hobby. Life gets overwhelming and suddenly scrolling, snacking, and napping feels like the holy trinity instead of… actually finishing anything.

And it reminds me of that Gilmore Girls moment where Paris goes:
ā€œShe’s got a ā€˜C’ average, which means she’s either lazy or stupid. I can work with either. Frankly, sometimes stupid is easier. I can scare the stupid out of you, but the lazy runs deep.ā€

Now listen—I’m not stupid. That’s not up for debate.
But lazy? …yeah, I fear Paris would have a field day with me.

BUT. Plot twist. Character development. Redemption arc incoming.

It’s official: I’m launching my ✨Comeback Tour✨starring every project I ever ghosted. Here’s a not-so-fun confession: The last time I posted anything remotely artsy was way back in 2023. Yikes! The creative guilt is real! In honor of my half-finished crafts, I’m breaking out the classic Blend the Rules feature pic—because following the script just isn’t my style!

Exhibit A: I started crocheting tiny dog and cat dolls for my friend’s baby… when said friend was still pregnant.
That baby is turning THREE this year.
THREE.
Anyway!!!(Don’t judge—I just found the pattern again: Tuna and Bones Free Amigurumi Patterns (Crochet Dog Pattern & Crochet Cat Pattern) | Needlepointers.com)

Exhibit B: the cardigan. The cardiganā„¢. The one I dramatically started four years ago and then ghosted like it texted me ā€œhey.ā€
Tell me why I also found the exact video I was using back then?? The universe said ā€œyou’re not escaping this one.ā€

Exhibit C: the chicken purse.
When I tell you this obsession came back HARD—like why are there a million variations and why do I suddenly need all of them??
Also… I found my old unfinished project and genuinely thought it was a failed beanie. Nope. It was the chicken bag. I abandoned her mid-cluck 😭

AND because I clearly don’t believe in easing into things, I’m also jumping back on the sourdough train. Yes, like 2020 me.
Do I know where my original starter is? Absolutely not. She’s gone. Lost to history.
But I have a new one now!!! And her name?
✨Doughbi Wan Kenobi✨
Was it necessary? No.
Does it bring me immense joy? Yes.

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April Renewal: Join My 30-Day Blogging Challenge

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April is almost here, and honestly? I’m buzzing. Like, full-on spring bee buzzing in a flower field buzzing. This April, I’m going all in: 30 posts for 30 days on both Instagram and the blog. After trying and failing to post all 31 days in October, December, and January, it’s April’s turn—and I am READY. No holding back. No half-hearted attempts. Just pure, unfiltered, unapologetic spring energy.

I’ve been feeling extra inspired by VEDA (Vlog Every Day of April), which basically feels like a personal invitation to go wild with creativity. And wild I shall go. Expect everything from Earth Day initiatives (because yes, saving the planet is chic, and we’re doing it in style) to fresh seasonal recipes that taste like sunshine in a bowl, to full-on lifestyle resets that will leave you feeling lighter, brighter, and maybe a little obsessed with the little joys that make spring spring.

Cozy mornings? Check. Journaling with your favorite warm drink in hand? Check. Yoga flows that make you feel like your body is remembering how to breathe again? Double check. Honestly, April feels like that perfect mix of new notebook energy and deeply personal reflection energy, and I want to share all of it with you.

Spring in the Bible is all about renewal, resurrection, and God’s faithfulness to bring new life after a long winter. And let’s be real—after the last few months (or years, honestly), who couldn’t use a little resurrection? That energy of new beginnings is exactly what I’m chasing this month: new ideas, fresh perspectives, and tiny, bright reminders that growth isn’t always dramatic, but it is always worth celebrating.

And here’s the thing—I want this upcoming month to feel like more than just posts. I want it to feel like a community. Like we’re all sipping tea together, swapping messy life confessions, laughing at ridiculous mistakes, trying new recipes that may or may not flop, and ultimately celebrating all the weird, wonderful ways we grow. Because spring isn’t just about flowers—it’s about showing up, even when it feels messy or uncertain, and trusting that life has a way of bringing beauty out of the chaos.

So what can you expect from me this April? Honestly, a little bit of everything: the cozy, the cute, the chaotic, the heartfelt, and maybe even some things that are totally extra (because, hi, I’m not above it). Think mornings with sunlight spilling onto your kitchen counter while sourdough rises, afternoons of journaling while your favorite playlist softly hums in the background, evenings spent reflecting and dreaming about the next chapter of your life.

This April, I want us to bloom together. To chase that feeling of new beginnings with reckless curiosity. To celebrate the small wins as much as the big ones. To remember that God’s faithfulness doesn’t take breaks—it’s quietly, beautifully present in every little step of our journey, even the ones that feel tiny or messy or confusing.

So grab your favorite cup of tea, dust off that journal, and let’s lean into this month with open hearts, open minds, and maybe a little bit of drama—because why not? April is here, it’s bright, it’s messy, it’s hopeful, and it’s ours. Let’s bloom.

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I’m So Over Microtrends

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I’m So Over Microtrends (Respectfully… but also not)

I am so over microtrends.

Like deeply, spiritually, emotionally over them.
And yes, before anyone comes for me — I participated. I laughed. I liked some of them. I am not above a cute little trend moment. I am human.

Bag charms? Adorable at first.
A little stuffed animal hanging off your purse? Cute.
A ribbon or keychain to make your bag feel more personal? Love that.

But then brands got involved and did what brands always do: ruin it.

A $270 Heinz ketchup packet bag charm made out of goat leather is actually insane behavior. And please don’t let fancy words confuse you — Capra literally just means goat. You are paying luxury prices for a decorative goat leather ketchup packet.

At that point it’s not fashion.
It’s capitalism with a personality.

And honestly, that’s the lifecycle of every microtrend.

It starts off fun and harmless. Something people do for creativity or self-expression. Then TikTok gets involved. Then influencers start linking it. Then brands start selling it. Then suddenly something that was quirky and personal becomes expensive, overproduced, and labeled as a ā€œmust-have essential.ā€

Nothing is essential about a ketchup packet purse charm.

Nothing.

And at this point, some microtrends just need to go peacefully into the fashion graveyard and stay there.

Here’s my personal list of trends that need to rest:

  • fringe (why does this keep resurrecting itself every six months)
  • low rise jeans (we survived this once and that was enough)
  • the ā€œclean girlā€ aesthetic (which sometimes feels like cultural appropriation in a beige filter)
  • funnel necks (they look like your shirt is eating you)
  • beige everything (are we decorating ourselves or a loaf of sourdough)
  • baggy everything (I would like to have a shape again, respectfully)

Fashion right now feels like it’s stuck in a loop where things are constantly being renamed and repackaged as something new.

Which brings me to the real issue: people keep confusing microtrends with actual trends.

And they are not the same.

Microtrends are basically fast fashion with a personality

They last a few weeks to a few months.
They live entirely on social media.
They usually have a quirky little name for something that already existed.
And by the time you buy into one, it’s already on its way out.

When I was growing up, this kind of style was called being a hipster.

Now it’s called twee.

Same vibe. Different font.

Hipster was thrifted sweaters, indie-folk music, vintage dresses, messy bangs, and drinking overpriced coffee while pretending you discovered an underground band first. Now it’s soft vintage aesthetic, curated playlists, and Pinterest boards with delicate fonts.

We keep renaming the same ideas and acting like they’re revolutionary.

Trends actually grow

Trends have longevity.
They evolve.
They exist outside of social media.
They turn into subcultures or lifestyles instead of disappearing overnight.

A good example is cottagecore.

It started as a microtrend — soft dresses, baking bread, romantic countryside energy, running through fields like we were all living in a fairytale during lockdown.

But over time, it evolved.

Now it’s less costume and more intentional living: cozy homes, warm lighting, baking, gardening, slow mornings, comfort, and simplicity. It matured into a lifestyle instead of just an aesthetic.

And sometimes microtrends don’t evolve — they completely distort the original trend.

Let’s talk about crunchy, granola, outdoorsy culture for a second.

Because something weird has happened there.

In the 60s and 70s, crunchy described people who lived naturally and simply.
Eco-friendly.
Hippie-adjacent.
Organic food.
Environmental awareness.
Buying less.
Living slower.
Being intentional.

The whole point was to consume less and live closer to nature.

Now crunchy culture feels like a shopping list.

Minimalism influencers with sponsored products.
Simple living YouTubers with brand deals.
Slow morning routines with $200 matching loungewear and affiliate links for wooden kitchen spoons.

And every time I watch those videos, I have the same thought:

If this is minimalism, why do I need to buy so many things to achieve it?

If this is simple living, why does it come with a discount code?

It starts to feel like we took something that was supposed to be about living simply and turned it into another aesthetic to monetize.

And I understand that creators need to make money. That part makes sense.
But sometimes it feels like simplicity itself is being sold back to us in beige packaging with soft music and a curated morning routine.

Like we’re being marketed a lifestyle that was originally about not buying things.

And that’s where microtrends start to feel less like creativity and more like marketing cycles trying to sell us a new identity every few months.

Be a clean girl.
Be a soft girl.
Be a crunchy girl.
Be a coastal girl.
Be a beige girl.
Be a vintage girl.

Or maybe — and this is a radical idea — just be a person.

Wear what you like.
Decorate how you want.
Drink your coffee however you drink it.
Go outside if you want.
Stay inside if you want.

Not everything needs a label or an aesthetic or a $270 goat leather ketchup packet hanging off your purse.

Sometimes personal style is just personal style.

And honestly, I think people are starting to get tired of being sold a new personality every season.

Maybe the real trend right now isn’t fringe or bag charms or clean girl aesthetics.

Maybe the real trend is people choosing authenticity again.

And if that’s the case, I fully support the death of microtrends.

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The Sporty Girl I Could’ve Been (But Am Not)

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Daily writing prompt
What’s a secret skill or ability you have or wish you had?

I swear I’m a magnet for softballs, baseballs, basketballs, and soccer balls—and the magnet is aggressively pointed at my face. Which is actually tragic, because I’m a full-blown sports fanatic.

Like, I love sports. I’m watching, I’m invested, I’m yelling at the screen like I’m on the roster. I understand the rules, the plays, the drama. Mentally? I’m in the game. Physically? I’m a liability.

I have this very specific, slightly humbling wish: I wish I were naturally sporty. Not in a hardcore athlete way, just in that effortless ā€œoh yeah I play sometimesā€ and then casually being good at it way. The kind of person who joins a random game and isn’t immediately dodging for survival.

But the second a ball is thrown at me, it’s over. Coordination gone. Survival instincts are not activated. I become the weakest link in real time.

It’s not that I wouldn’t try—I would. I’d love to be the kind of person who just jumps into a beach game, runs around, gets a little competitive, laughs it off. And I will try… but there’s always a 70% chance I’m also about to get hit by something.

So for now, I exist in this very specific identity: emotionally athletic, physically questionable. I’ll bring the energy, the commentary, the snacks, the team spirit. Just maybe… don’t pass me the ball

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Stepping Into My Spring Self

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Okay but how did IĀ fullyĀ miss posting on the first day of spring? Like… hello??

Anyway, the vibe this season is all about reinvention, rebirth, and stepping into the rest of the year feeling like a dewy goddess.

Yes, I’m four days late posting about it—but honestly? I’ve already made two major spring posts, so if anything, I was early. Let’s call it that.

So maybe I missed the official date, but emotionally? I’ve been in spring mode for a while now—and that’s what really counts.

Plus, this season I’ve already:

  • Dyed my hair
  • Started wearing makeup (and my new glasses!)
  • Picked up some much-needed closet essentials

Safe to say… my rebirth energy is thriving.

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The Truth About Waiting to Share Our Marriage

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I really hate that I’m still getting hate from different people about how Hector and I announced we were married.

Yes, we waited a year.
Yes, we didn’t tell people the day it happened.
And yes, we originally wanted to wait until year five.

And honestly, I don’t regret it.

What I do regret is how comfortable people have become with calling me manipulative, dishonest, and untrustworthy over something that was never theirs to be involved in to begin with.

Hector and I made a personal decision about our relationship and our marriage. We chose to keep it private for a year because we wanted to. It wasn’t some calculated move. It wasn’t a scheme. It wasn’t about hurting anyone or breaking anyone’s trust. It was simply two people choosing to protect a major life decision while we settled into it.

That’s it.

Somehow, that turned into people acting like they were betrayed, like we owed them immediate access to one of the most important moments of our lives. And that’s the part that doesn’t sit right with me. Because marriage isn’t a public event just because other people care about you. It’s not a community project. It’s not something that requires permission or real-time updates to be valid.

It’s a commitment between two people.

Waiting to share it didn’t change anything about the marriage itself. It didn’t make it fake. It didn’t make it dishonest. It didn’t make it manipulative. The only thing it did was delay when other people found out.

And apparently, that delay is what people are upset about.

But here’s the truth: not everyone is entitled to immediate access to every part of your life. Not every milestone has to be announced the moment it happens. Not every decision needs to be shared in real time just to make other people feel included.

Privacy is not manipulation.

Keeping something to yourself for a while is not betrayal.

And choosing peace over public reaction is not dishonesty.

I’m frustrated because the conversation has shifted away from what marriage actually is — love, commitment, partnership, and building a life together — and turned into a debate about timing and announcements, as if that matters more than the relationship itself.

It doesn’t.

What matters is that Hector and I chose each other. What matters is that we built our first year of marriage quietly and intentionally. What matters is that we made a decision that worked for us, even if it didn’t work for everyone else.

People are allowed to feel surprised. They’re allowed to feel confused. They’re even allowed to feel hurt for a moment while they process something unexpected. But turning that surprise into ongoing accusations and name-calling crosses a line.

Because at some point, it stops being concern and starts being entitlement.

And I’m tired of carrying the weight of other people’s expectations about how I should share my life.

No one was lied to.
No one was manipulated.
No one was harmed by us choosing to keep our marriage private for a year.

The only thing that happened is that people didn’t know right away.

That’s not betrayal. That’s timing.

At the end of the day, our marriage belongs to us. Not to social media, not to extended circles, not to outside opinions, and not to anyone who feels they were owed an announcement on their schedule.

We shared it when we were ready.

And that should have been enough.