When I was away from the office, I moved more. Between chores, kids, errands, and the occasional mid-morning stretch (or dance break), movement just… happened. It wasn’t a workout — it was part of life. Now that I’m back in an office, I sit, I sti a lot. My step count has dropped nearly 50%, and my smartwatch buzzes so often I’ve started ignoring it. I knew adulthood meant moving less, but I didn’t realize how little. 💻 The Trade We Don’t Talk About We dedicate 40+ hours a w

( for Mormor ) I met a wilting flower at autumn’s end. The chill in the air made us wrap our arms around each other not for warmth or comfort, but as a barrier against the arriving winter. I passed by her resting spot today. There was that small hump, the soft curve of a stem a summer well lived a wildflower gone to bed. She laid beneath the sky, petals spread like memories, leaves folded in the shape of a prayer. I imagine she bloomed first in the spring brighter, taller, fe

Im searching for green A dress to be precise Like one that would inspire a lover To hold his breath And bite his lips As I captivate him...