11/21/2025
The holidays hit everyone differently. Some people are smiling. Some are crying in the car. Some are doing both before lunch. If that is you, you are not alone. You are human. You are carrying a lot and still showing up.
And with 40 days left in 2025, most of us are running on grit, caffeine, hope, & solid tunes. If you woke up today and tried again, that is strength. That is resilience. Be proud of that. Shoutout to the woman I saw get in her car, scream from her soul, smack the steering wheel, take a breath, buckle up, and drive off like a boss. That is the real holiday courage no one posts but everyone knows.
Meanwhile, I am in sunglasses, not because I am cool, but because the sun hit my face and one dramatic tear took my makeup out. Holidays do not need extra questions, so the shades stay on. And if you want to redirect the holiday committee, cut your hair. Let them talk about that instead.🤪
Life is wild. My last name starts with a C. I have cerebral palsy. I do not cook. I crave clarity, cookies & carbs. I wobble on any given day, not just Thanksgiving, but I sure am ready to gobble. And now I am even considering comedy. Plus, I bought a cloche for a candle. A cloche. Stay tuned for pictures because even I cannot believe myself. And then the salmon plot twist. I swore I hated salmon. Tried it last night. Loved it. Spicy & delish. Spice stays the goat. Shoutout to that restaurant for humbling me.
Even though I swear I am not a holiday person, my car is giving some holiday energy. Red accent seats. Green hoodie. Full festive chaos. I am fixing up my apartment, wobbling through life, crying when I need to, laughing when it hits, & figuring myself out one strange moment at a time. So here we go. 40 days left. Chin up. Heart open. Humor close. You are not alone. We got this, & we are finishing this year with enough spice to say, hot damn we made it! 🔥💯🚀❤️ - Tay Tay