I’ve protected my peace so much, I’ve accidentally made myself boring.

There, I said it. I’ve been so busy safeguarding my mental health and pruning my life of stress that I seem to have pruned myself of… fun. I’m not even sure I remember how to have it anymore. Not the kind of fun that comes with bubble baths and to-do lists and reading about attachment styles, but the messy, impulsive, human sort that happens at 2am over chips and existential conversations with someone you met that evening. Thanks for reading The 25 Reset! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. Somewhere along the way, I became a Pinterest board of wellness. A collage of TikTok routines, meal prep boxes, financial hacks, and “my 5-9 before my 9-5” reels. I’ve slowly been turning into an algorithmically-optimised version of myself. Aesthetically pleasing, sure. But increasingly beige. I keep telling myself it’s self-care. Boundaries. Rest. But what exactly am I resting for? I'm not scaling mountains or solving international crises. I go to work, come home, scroll, e

There, I said it. I’ve been so busy safeguarding my mental health and pruning my life of stress that I seem to have pruned myself of… fun. I’m not even sure I remember how to have it anymore. Not the kind of fun that comes with bubble baths and to-do lists and reading about attachment styles, but the messy, impulsive, human sort that happens at 2am over chips and existential conversations with someone you met that evening. Thanks for reading The 25 Reset! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. Somewhere along the way, I became a Pinterest board of wellness. A collage of T