26/01/2026
This weekend I washed my car magnets.
Light pink. Absolutely filthy. Didn’t think that one through at all 😅
It’s one of those tiny, boring, weird admin jobs you don’t see when you imagine “running a business.” Not glamorous. Not impactful. Just… necessary.
And it feels extra strange doing things like this while the world feels so loud. So much harm. So much suffering. So much scrolling and witnessing and not knowing what to do with it all.
There’s something grounding about doing a small, physical task with your hands. About stepping out of your phone and the collective trauma and back into your own life for a moment.
That in itself is a privilege — to be able to look away, even briefly. But helpful if it means we can keep moving forward.
So I’ll wash the magnets.
And I’ll keep showing up where I can.
And it will keep not feeling like enough.
The link to donate to UNFPA is still in my bio 🤍
Sending you all love,
Zoe 🌻