💌I have been away for a few days and I have spent time reflecting.
I want a life where I wake up and don’t feel anxious.
A life where I don’t dread work while I’m on holiday — or crash into depression when I come home from peace.
I want to live somewhere that doesn’t feel haunted.
Somewhere I don’t have to dodge old ghosts in supermarkets or worry about who I’ll bump into.
I want ducks in my garden. A dog at my feet. A few goats to make me laugh. I want a house in the countryside — not isolated, just tucked away from the noise. Close enough to town for a coffee and fresh bread, far enough to breathe.
I want to feel financially secure. I’m not asking for luxury, just for ease.
I want to stop mourning friendships that left me feeling small, and start building connections where I can show up messy, real, and loved.
I want to feel strong in my body again. I want to lose weight not just to be smaller, but to feel light, confident, and alive.
I want mornings without dread.
Nights without guilt.
Holidays without anxiety.
And mostly, I want a life that doesn’t feel like I’m surviving it — but one I actually want to be awake for