Lately, a random thought has been living in my head. I'm scared to fck up. Yup I am scared to fck up. Not just a little. A lot. Sometimes I worry about making the wrong decision. Sometimes I wonder if we'll have enough. Sometimes I create problems in my head before they've even happened. I know I'm not the only one who does this. Then another thought crossed my mind. What if I do fck up? Then I'll start over. As simple as that sounds, it brought me so much peace. When I looked back at my life, I realised I've already started over more times than I can count. I've started over in a new country. I've started over when my plans changed. I've started over when life didn't turn out the way I thought it would. None of those fresh starts were easy. They were uncomfortable and scary. There were tears, sleepless nights, and moments when I wondered if everything would be okay. But here I am. Still standing, hoping, and moving forward.  That doesn't mea...

I tried. I really did. Every year I tell myself, " Maybe this is the year I'll finally like winter ." Nope. I still don't like winter. In fact, I've started calling it my depressed season. 😂 The endless blocked nose. The freezing cold feet. The struggle of getting out from underneath a warm, cozy blanket. The sun disappears before I even feel like the day has started. Winter and I are simply not meant to be. And don't even get me started on getting dressed. I spend time choosing an outfit. I do my hair. I feel cute for about five minutes, then I remember it's winter. On goes the puffer jacket. Every. Single. Time. At this point, I think my puffer jacket has seen more outfits than anyone else. Then there's the heater. I love being warm, but somehow the heater and I have a love-hate relationship too. After about an hour, my skin starts feeling dry, so I end up turning it off and walking around the house wearing my puffer jacket, fluffy socks, and tracks...

There are people who love going to the nail salon. And then there's me. Over time, I found myself enjoying doing my own nails at home. Somewhere along the way, it became less about having pretty nails and more about the quiet time I get to spend with myself.  There's something strangely satisfying about sitting down, switching on my little nail drill, and slowly cleaning everything up. Cutting my nails, shaping my nails, and cleaning around the cuticles. It's become one of those little rituals I genuinely look forward to. Not because I want my nails to look perfect. But because it's one of the ways I choose to take care of myself. Life gets busy. There are always things to clean, places to be, people to think about. So whenever I sit down to do my nails, I feel like I'm finally giving myself permission to slow down for a little while. No rushing. No expectations. Just me, my thoughts, and the gentle buzzing of my nail drill. Sometimes I reflect on the week. Sometime...

Something gave me glitter today. I was thinking about how much I've changed over the years. Not just from ten years ago. Not just from five years ago. Even three years ago, I was a different person. And honestly? I'm glad. Life has taken me to places I never expected. Some beautiful. Some painful. Some that completely changed the way I see the world. There were times when my husband and I had very little. Times when we felt lost. Times when people looked down on us. Not because they knew us. Not because they understood our story. But simply because they believed they were standing on higher ground. I won't pretend it didn't hurt. But looking back now, those moments taught me things I could never have learned any other way. They showed me who genuinely cared. They showed me who only respected people when things were going well. They showed me who saw value in people, and who only saw value in status.  Most importantly, those moments showed me the strength of my little fa...

Yes, I got glitter while watching my husband play games.  It sounds funny when I write it down. Playing games is one of his hobbies. Another one is building RC trucks. He can spend hours putting together tiny gears and parts until it becomes a complete truck. Then he'll clean every corner of it with so much attention to detail. To be fair, we actually share that habit haha! And hobbies are funny too. Sometimes they stay for years. Sometimes they disappear for a while and come back one or two years later as if they never left. But while watching him play games recently, I found myself thinking about how much life has changed. Of course, most of those changes have been good. And for the ones that weren't, we took them as lessons.  Before we were husband and wife, and before becoming parents, we were just a young boy and girl. Living life cluelessly. Going with the flow. Living with the "YOLO" mindset. Enjoying life while we could.  To be honest, becoming an adult scared...

Today we spent about 15 minutes driving to a mini farm. We stayed for about an hour. Nothing extraordinary happened. There were no big celebrations, no special occasions, and no grand adventure. We walked slowly. My daughter touched some animals for the first time. She fed them too. We watched her curiosity take over as she looked at each animal with wide eyes. We followed her pace instead of rushing from one spot to another. We took our time and enjoyed the moment. It was simple. And somehow, it made me happy. On the drive home, I realised something. I've spent a lot of time writing about finding glitter. Finding glitter in comments. Finding glitter in rainy mornings. Finding glitter in ordinary moments. But today reminded me that sometimes we don't find the glitter. Sometimes we create it ourselves. Living overseas can be expensive. I think many people who live away from home understand this feeling. Sometimes I find myself caught between wanting to save more and wanting to e...