Welcome to Hotmail Honey
Hey you,
Welcome to my little corner of the internet. I’ve been wanting to create a space like this for so long – a place where I can share my unfiltered thoughts, feelings, and experiences with you. Somewhere that feels like a nostalgic magazine column or a late night AIM chat where we just say it all.
This week, the Cancer New Moon hit me in ways I wasn’t expecting. It cracked my heart open in such a soft, tender way. It brought me back to parts of myself I didn’t even realize I’d been ignoring.
I kept thinking about my younger self – the one who loved to sing her heart out, dance around the house, put on cute outfits just because, make fun little DIY projects, and write about everything she felt. Somewhere along the way, I let my inner critic’s voice get louder than hers. I started believing it was “bad” or “too much” to be seen. That being fully myself was negative or attention-seeking or wrong.
But this week reminded me:
✨ It’s not wrong to be seen.
✨ It’s safe to be me.
✨ No one gets to decide what I can or can’t do anymore.
I realized how often I’ve let fear, other people’s opinions, and my own inner critic decide what I do – from the tiniest choices to the biggest dreams. And I’m done with that.
I’m reclaiming everything that was once taken from me. I’m giving myself permission to be fully here, to show up in my own life with my whole heart. To be so dedicated to the little things I do – whether it’s dancing to my favorite song, writing this blog post, or putting on a cute outfit just because it makes me feel good.
I’m proud of myself for being here. For choosing to live my life for me.
And I hope this reminds you that you can do the same. You don’t have to hide, dim your light, or second-guess your dreams. You get to take up space, you get to be proud of yourself, and you get to live – fully and unapologetically.
✨ I’m declaring my life back. I’m declaring me back. ✨
Thank you for being here with me. I’m so excited to keep sharing more with you in this little digital diary.
Until next time,
Queen