So... I Blinked and a Few Days or so Passed

This desk represents the messiness in life

Hey y’all. So apparently I started a blog, told myself I was gonna be consistent, and then life said, “That’s cute.” I didn’t disappear on purpose. One minute I was updating pages and feeling proud of myself for getting things together, and the next thing I know… weeks had passed. It wasn’t laziness, it was just life being life. I’ve been juggling everything — work, home, my health — and honestly trying to stay afloat without completely losing it.

If you’ve ever had someone ask you again what’s for dinner when you’re already stretched thin, you get it. It’s those little moments where you think, “Am I running a household or managing a diner?” And as much as I want to laugh about it, sometimes it feels like too much.

Being a Black woman, trying to keep up appearances, trying to be “that girl,” and also just trying to digest food in peace — it’s exhausting. I’m over here managing hydration, stress, self-care, gut issues, and the endless scroll of my phone. It feels like a lot because it is a lot. And then the internet tries to convince us that real self-care requires a $70 glass water bottle, an early morning yoga practice, and a fridge full of prepped salads. Truthfully? Some days, self-care for me is just sitting in silence and letting myself not care for a while.

And maybe that’s okay. Maybe it’s okay if my version of wellness doesn’t look like an aesthetic Instagram reel. Because the truth is, life doesn’t always line up neatly. There are days when you’re full of energy and productivity, and then there are days when you’re just trying to make it to bedtime without snapping at someone who left dirty dishes in the sink. Both days are valid. Both are real.

I remind myself often that I started this blog not to present a polished picture but to share the messier parts of it all. To remind myself, and you if you’re reading, that it’s okay to show up imperfectly. That starting again doesn’t need an official date or a brand-new planner. You can begin again on a random Tuesday at 4 p.m. if you want to.

So maybe this post is less about what I’ve done lately and more about the simple fact that I’m still here. Still figuring it out, still growing, still laughing when I can, and still eating meals that don’t always look Instagram-worthy but keep me going. That’s the reality of it.

And if you’re in the same place — where you meant to stay consistent, and then life pulled you in ten different directions — take this as your reminder that you don’t have to feel guilty about it. You don’t need rules to take care of yourself. You don’t need perfection. All you need is permission to choose yourself again, however that looks for you.

So this post is me showing up. No schedule, no promises of a perfect routine, just me saying hello and inviting you to remember that self-care is about the little choices, the quiet resets, the imperfect starts. Let’s just keep going together, one honest day at a time.

– That Girl