Doing Fine, Thanks (But Also Don’t Ask Too Many Questions)
Because not posting doesn’t mean I’m not doing fine.
I’m doing fine. Like, actually. Kind of. No, I am!
I’m working. I’m running around. I’m staying on top of most things and letting a few non-essential things slide because…life. I’m making time for the people who matter, having great conversations, pouring a glass (or two) of wine at night and sitting in the quiet without needing to fill it. I'm taking care of myself without making a big deal about it. I’ve been busy…not just with work, but with life-life. A few interesting text threads, a couple spontaneous plans, and some low-stakes flirting that may or may not go anywhere. Nothing serious. Nothing dramatic. Just… options. No “new chapter” declaration. No “just got back from Bali and had a realization” post. Just… me. Living.
I’m not spiraling. I’m not overanalyzing everything. I’m not in the trenches, and I’m not trying to act like I’m thriving in the way that people pretend to thrive online. I’m just functioning, moving through my days, and realizing that this version of calm doesn’t need to be dramatic to feel good.
I haven’t been posting as much on Instagram stories lately…not because something’s wrong, but because I’m living a little more offline. And yeah, maybe I’m working more than ever. Literally. Maybe also I’m in a season of quiet clarity. Or maybe I just don’t have the energy to narrate everything anymore. For now.
That’s been the weirdest surprise of this whole season:
Turns out peace doesn’t always announce itself. Sometimes it just shows up and stays.
I’ve stopped trying to turn every moment into meaning or a sign or a whole thing.
I’m not romanticizing the in-between. I’m just letting it be what it is.
That doesn’t mean I’m detached or numb. I still overthink sometimes (but of course). I still check old messages. I still occasionally entertain situations I probably shouldn’t. But it all feels… different now. Lighter. Less loaded. Much less loaded.
Things I’ve been reminding myself lately (feel free to borrow):
Not everything has to lead to something.
Peace isn’t always exciting, but it’s usually worth it.
You don’t need to explain your choices to anyone who doesn’t live your life.
Taking space doesn’t mean something’s wrong. It just means you’re honoring your bandwidth.
You’re allowed to want softness without sacrificing your standards.
Just because something’s undefined doesn’t mean it’s unstable.
You’re not behind. You’re not broken. You’re just here. That’s enough.
So yeah, I’m doing fine.
Not performatively fine. Not aesthetically fine. Just fine-fine.
The real kind.
So please don’t ask too many questions.
Unless they involve a good “would you rather,” a crisp glass of white wine, an even more crisp fountain soda Diet Coke, and a very long catch-up session. In that case… I’m available.
xx