Mariah Carey is defrosting and I’m having a menty b. Honestly, how the f**k did we get here?

But I feel as though I turned around and suddenly it is September.

The spiders are back out and Mariah Carey is getting ready to hijack my Spotify playlist – once again.

One minute I was trying to figure out how I should better embrace my greys. and the next. It is almost the end of the year.

Life after 2020 has felt like I’ve been lost in a vacuum.

Somewhere between rediscovering my love for Disney playlists and aggressively trying to close all the rings on my Apple watch. We have almost reached the end of 2025.

Since I’ve already had my menty b for the evening (and I cannot risk relapsing), I’ll leave you with this:

Learn to have fun again.

Seriously. Find joy in the dumb little things. Spend $6 on that strawberry matcha and people-watch like you’re on a stakeout. Open up a random tab on your iPad and learn about quantum entanglement. Feed your brain. Do anything except doomscroll yourself into oblivion.

I’m guilty of it too. But I’m getting better (kinda).

The point is: go outside. Listen to the birds. Smell the flowers. Laugh at the absurdity.

Because one day, you’ll blink, Mariah will be belting high notes again, and another year will have flown by.

So yeah — go smell the damn flowers.