26/03/2026
Lately, I’ve realised something about myself… I absolutely light up over tiny things.
Miniature objects, small details, little worlds I don’t just like them, I love them. There’s a real, genuine joy there. The kind that makes me pause, smile and yes, sometimes even squeal a little.
And my current hyper fixation? Those blind balls where you don’t know what’s inside until you open them, the excitement, the curiosity, the moment of reveal and all the tiny treasures hidden inside. It brings me so much joy, every single time.
For a while, I wondered if this was something I was “meant” to outgrow. But the more I reflect, the more I see how meaningful it actually is. This joy feels grounding. It helps me slow down, focus and reconnect with a sense of curiosity and wonder. It feels like my inner child having the best time and honestly, why shouldn’t she?
I know that for many of us, especially those who are neurodivergent, these kinds of joys aren’t small at all. They’re regulating, comforting and deeply authentic parts of who we are.
So I’m choosing to embrace it. The delight. The fascination. The squeals of excitement when I spot something tiny and wonderful or open something to discover it.
Because maybe the goal isn’t to become less “childlike", maybe it’s to hold onto the parts of ourselves that feel most alive!
If you’re curious about reconnecting with your inner child, counselling can be a gentle place to start that exploration.
Photo is a selfie I took at Christmas, the joy of opening such a small Gary! ❤️