Mummyfried

 It’s where I wake up in a dream-like haze, sunlight spilling through the windows. Curtains are not needed -  this view holds me in its quiet arms.  It’s where the sounds at night cradle me into the deepest sleep I’ve had in years — as if the world decided to hush itself just for me. Swimming here feels like a contradiction in motion: floating yet grounded, free yet connected.  It’s as if the water knows my name, as if it understands I came here with heavy thoughts and leaves me lighter. Now that I’m back to reality, I catch myself thinking of this place.  Not just about returning — but about making it mine.  Building a life wrapped in its calm, letting its peace soak into everything I do. This is it. My happy place. The one that wh ispers: Come back. Stay. Just be.

I met a girl some years ago who told me she hated February. She thought it was a wasteful month—too few weekends, silly changes every four years, and the older you get, the more complex its grip seems to tighten. It’s the month of Aquarius moving into Pisces—water, water, drowning everything away. The month specifically allocated to romantic love—a ridiculous, cruel notion when relationships fail, people are desperate for love (or sex), and during a water month, most are going through a love drought.  Every February I think of this girl and agree with her sentiment.  February is a wasteful month. And yet, my first love, my firstborn, was born in February, so I am forced to recognize it. It's the month you need to start functioning again because the New Year hangover is over, and January's festive glow has worn off—reality sets in. And so has my need to blog. 2025 rolled in with all the grace of stepping into a giant pile of dog shit. Slippery, stinky, ugly—with the end result ...

Forget resolutions left unresolved and dreams deferred. This year isn’t about what I didn’t do, this is the year of what I did. It’s a mixed bag of chaos, growth, hilarity, and a few heartfelt moments, so here’s my little victory lap in no specific order: I Blogged! (A Lot, Actually)  First off, let’s give it up for consistency. I blogged my way through 2024—not as many posts as I wanted, and not as funny as I’d hoped, but hey, I showed up & I maintained two blogs, this and my professional blog. 🥳 The pearly whites:  One thing I didn’t realize until just today: I started 2024 in the dentist’s chair, and guess where I’m ending it? Yup, the same place. My dental dramas are rolling straight into 2025, and my dentist and I are now so intimate we do drinks every now and then.  To add to the fun, my firstborn embarked on the braces journey, complete with high-level brace drama just in time for the holidays. Nothing too serious—just inconvenient enough to remind us that den...