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First of all, and most importantly :
Alright then friend đ
I saw other's march resolutions and added them to mine!
1. Find my thing â
Maybe itâs calligraphy, maybe itâs journaling with my bougie burgundy ink, maybe itâs playing chess in random places like a movie character⌠IDK, but I wanna start doing one of these consistently.
2. Upgrade my self-care, but in an âI barely triedâ way â
Dry brushing before showers? Adding a lilâ dusting powder to my routine? Romanticizing my nail care? Just small tweaks to feel ⨠put together ⨠without effort.
3. Make my breakfasts pretty â
No more sad meals. Oat bowls, chia pudding, cute little clean girl plates; I deserve to wake up to aesthetic nourishment
4. Be mysterious in public â
Take a book or notebook to a cafĂŠ, maybe even write something cryptic. No phone scrolling, just pure main character energy.
5. Actually post on my website or YouTube at least ONCE â
No pressure, no perfectionism, just one thing to keep the creative flow going. I've already posted on my secret YouTube channel in both January and February; hopefully, I won't forget this month. However, the website...
6. Own ONE beautiful pen & make it my entire personality â
Maybe itâs a fountain pen, maybe itâs deep burgundy ink, but it has to feel
⨠significant â¨.
7. Find my signature scent & commit to it -
No more being indecisive. One perfume, one body oil, one dusting powder, I want people to associate a scent with me.
8. Buy ONE cool nostalgic gadget â
A flip phone, a Walkman, a Gameboy; something that makes me feel like I exist in my own timeline. I'll start with a flip phone but the ones I desire aren't available in my country đ.
9. Get into a âsmart girlâ activity â
Sudoku, crossword puzzles, chess, calligraphy, collecting physical newspapers⌠something that makes me feel like an intellectual femme fatale. And no, it's not because the TikTok girls are yelling at me to be a 'smart girl'; I'm just genuinely tired of seeing myself like this. I want to be smarter, back to the old me.
10. Romanticize my grocery shopping â
Only buying food that fits the vision:
fresh bread, fancy butter, crunchy greens, avocados, dark chocolate, fancy salt (Iâm eating like a Parisian poet.)
11. Be That Girl⢠at the library â
Engage with specialized literature, take notes in the margins, and perhaps leave a tasteful anonymous note in a book for another reader to discover. đ¤ (I may be somewhat out of touch with reality).
12. Curate a tiny aesthetic corner in my room-
It could be a pretty tray with perfumes, a quick arts setup, or a candle-lit nightstand with my current reads. Just something that feels intentionally like me. Oh, I think a cute workout corner would be so me and motivational.
13. Get better at money but make it cute â
Set up a cash binder or start saving for one special thing (a new piercing, a luxury tea set, a really good pen? Who knows, most likely a piercing).
14. Wear something intentionally beautiful, even at home â
Silk pajamas? An old-money bathrobe? A delicate lace top? The standard for me is romanticized comfort.
15. Leave my house looking effortlessly elegant at least ONCE a week â
No more 'I just threw this on' when I actually just threw something on; a planned, unbothered but stunning outfit.
16. Sit outside for 10 minutes a day & just exist â
I am choosing to observe life without distractions, romanticizing the gentle wind, and letting others speculate about my thoughts.
17. Write one poetic sentence every day â
It could be in my journal, on my website, in the Notes app, or even just a phrase I think to myself.
18. Become an enigma (my friend's favourite word) â
Less talking, more observing. Text like I've got a secret. Smile like I know something they don't. Mwhehehe x.
Motto of my March:
Live at a leisurely pace while being attentive; we all share this beautiful earth and the same 24 hours, no more, no less.
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My bad I missed yesterday, bad WiFi that got fixed today. Which is lowkey bad coz I don't remember what I did yesterday lol, I have the memory of a goldfishđ
Nothing much today, had a fulfilling breakfast, walked to mall and spent some time dilly dalling, then walked back home. The rest of the day was spent going thru articles for fun
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Lucifer đŠ, not so painful cramps, hot water bottle, ices coffee, green tea, Luci, folded laundry, oh did I mention Lucifer? Luciferđ˝
7/10 day but feeling like a 10/10
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Airport, goodbyes, playlist, songmaking
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Beautiful date we have there.
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Today was a sorta fun day, got my fav on live today, cooked delish dinner and made some balloon animals in prep for tomorrow (incase you missed it, I'm gonna be a clown for a BD party and there's gonna be a ton of kids lol)
I legit couldn't stop laughing while making the balloons, the squeaky sounds had me crying they're just too funny đđđ. I manage to make a doggy and a teddy bear, gonna try and make others to just a feel for them... Debating on using acrylic as MY face paint so that I won't budge.
Anyway that's it x.
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I had a conversation with my aunt today. University came up. And for the first time in years, she said, âYou should do what you love. I donât want you to do something just because other people tell you to. Itâs your life.â
And I just sat there. Because what the fuck?
Where was this energy when you told me art is just a hobby? When you told me I had to do architecture because money? When I spent years convincing myself that the thing I loved most in this world wasnât real enough, wasnât valuable enough to be my future?
Where was this when I forced myself through physics and math, subjects that drained me, killed my confidence, made me feel stupid and small? Where was this when I spent night after night feeling like a failure because I couldnât mold myself into what you wanted?
And now, after all that, youâre suddenly saying, âYeah, do what you love.â Like I didnât just lose years of my life trying to be something Iâm not. Like I didnât break myself over and over again trying to meet your expectations.
And the worst part? I donât even think she realizes how much this is fucking me up. How much I hate that she can just say that now, like itâs easy, like it doesnât matter that I wasted years of my life because I thought I had no choice.
Itâs like someone keeping you in a cage your whole life, telling you thereâs no way out, telling you itâs for your own good. And then one day, they just open the door and go, âOh, you can leave if you want.â And youâre standing there, shaking, realizing you couldâve walked out a long time ago.
And now Iâm supposed to feel grateful? Relieved?
I donât. I feel angry. I feel lost. I feel like I want to cry and scream and tear my own skin off because what was it all for?
I couldâve taken art in Year 12. I couldâve gotten A*s. I couldâve been confident in my skills instead of scrambling to prove to myself that Iâm not a fucking idiot. I couldâve spent those years thriving instead of suffering.
But no. I had to do physics. I had to do math. I had to sit in classrooms where nothing made sense and watch my grades drop and feel like I was slowly disappearing.
And now you tell me itâs okay, I can do art? NOW?
And what if I do? What if I actually go ahead with it? Is she secretly going to sit there thinking, damn, she shouldâve done architecture? Will she be supportive on the surface but secretly waiting for me to fail? To regret it?
Because thatâs the thing with African guardians. You never really know what theyâre thinking. Theyâll say one thing but mean something else. Theyâll act like they support you, but in their head, theyâre already preparing for the âI told you so.â
And maybe thatâs what scares me the most. That no matter what I do, Iâll always feel like Iâm on the verge of disappointing them.
I hate this. I hate that I even have to feel this way. I hate that the thing that makes me happiest in the world is the thing that feels like the biggest risk. I hate that Iâm still here, questioning myself, wondering if Iâm making a mistake just because they made me believe it was one for so long.
And I canât help but think⌠if I had been allowed to just be myself from the start, if I had been supported instead of redirected, maybe none of this would even be a question.
apologise for the vent, for souring your scroll, but I feel like I'm at my limit, this has tangled up my brain, and as scary as it sounds I feel hopeless, pointless, I don't fucking know, I don't want to think any more. Fuck.
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Update: I went to the casting but I don't think I got in. They made us walk and nothing more, no chitchat, just writ your name age and contacts, walk in front of the panel, then give the paper with the details and leave.
Well, unless you were given back the paper with a tick added to it, and then you're measured and taken pictures of Infront of everyone â and as you've probably guessed by now, I wasn't part of the latter đŹ.
I'll just send pics to agencies via dms, emails, and website applications.
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Slept in, accompanied cuzo to the hospital, came home late, now in bed
7/10 day, see it doesn't take much to make me have a fulfilled day.
All that work for this app to turn the quality to shxt đ
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Woke up with a bad start but sleeping with a good ending tonight. Here's a 1min vid I just finished editing; the snacks were yummerz regardless.
Please ignore the split second in the intro when the frame wasn't showing.
at a certain point you just get tired of your own shit. you have to force yourself to meditate, workout, eat mindfully and read the books to form a routine that gives you a sense of happiness within yourself again. itâs exhausting i know, but you gotta keep fighting for yourself because no one will take care and love you the way you can for own being. this life is not something to go bout so casually, everyday is your first and last time to embrace this moment. this life was gifted to you with a planet to explore and souls to experience. so show up for yourself.