Babygirl

Listen, I’ve been thinking. This life? This face? This body? This is it. There’s no “maybe in another universe” version of me that has it all together. No magical alternate timeline where I’m taller, smarter, braver, or somehow more. It’s just this—messy, soft-hearted, and sometimes ridiculously stubborn me. And you know what? That’s enough.

Sure, it’s tempting to daydream about the “better” version of me—the one who never doubts herself, who gets it right the first time, who doesn’t second-guess every choice. But while I’m sitting here wishing for some fantasy me to take the wheel, life is happening right now. This life. My life.

So, here’s the deal: I’m done waiting. I’m done “someday-ing” myself into a corner. I’m making tea, putting on my favorite socks, and having a damn picnic in the living room if I have to. I’m going to read books that make me swoon and watch cartoons that make me giggle. I’m going to kiss my loved ones like it’s the last chance I’ll ever get and send that text I’ve been putting off because, honestly, why the hell not?

I’m hugging my siblings. I’m doodling messy little drawings that make me happy. I’m being soft, romantic, chaotic, and ridiculously me because this is all I’m going to get. And if that’s all there is? Then I’m making it beautiful.

So sit your ass down. Face it. Love it. Live it. Because this messy, imperfect life is yours, and it deserves to be lived fully—not “maybe in another universe,” but here and now.

With love and soft hugs,
Kitty 🐱