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Day 9: The Ideal Day I’m Still Not Living Day 9: Trying to build the life I want… one missed Pilates session at a time. I’ve been showing up on socials. Reels, captions, blogs, all of it. I’ve even been following the plan. Mostly. But there’s this little layer underneath — the one no one…

Day 8: Because sometimes the plot twist is just… Texas heat. Today was a cluster fuck. Yes, I’m naming it. Claiming it. Blessing it, blogging it, and maybe cursing it a little. It started sometime in the middle of the night, when I woke up drenched in sweat. In a “why is it 76 degrees…

Day 7: The Things I Let Sit There’s a pile of Sam’s Club boxes in the corner. Normally, I’d take care of them without a second thought—flatten them, break them down, toss them in the bin with the kind of efficiency only a seasoned mum can manage. No one would notice. And if they did,…

Day 6: So… after deciding to live a “rebellious day” yesterday (see my blog post) and giving myself permission to occasionally not follow the script… something unexpected happened. Here’s my recap from that rebellious day I didn’t have to, but I ended up wanting to do a lot of my ideal day anyway. That felt……

Day 5 of the Main Character Experiment Day 5: The Rebellious Day Currently starring in a 40-day experiment. Reviews pending. This morning I woke up with a familiar feeling: “I’m behind.” Four blog posts. A handful of reels. Captions, edits, drafts… all half-done and staring at me like disappointed teachers. And yet… something in me…

Day 4: The Morning Freud Lost, Adler Won, and AI Called Me Out This morning I woke up at 4 a.m.—which sounds heroic, until you realize I didn’t choose it. My brain decided sleep was overrated and launched the “let’s worry about reels and blog posts and everything you’re behind on” playlist. At 4 a.m….

Day 3: The Overachiever in Recovery (Almost Relapsed) Today started with the kind of energy you’d expect from someone who definitely didn’t want to be doing a 40-day challenge. I woke up feeling like garbage and briefly considered crawling onto the Hogwarts Express and pretending this whole thing was a fever dream. But alas… no…

Day 2: Not Every Day is a Revelation (and That’s Okay) Today was the first real day back to routine. The girls went back to school, and for the first time in what feels like forever, the structure of my day had a natural boundary. There was less open space to float through, and honestly……