Dear Diary,
Some endings do not come with fireworks or dramatic exits. No yelling. No late-night monologues. Just a quiet, sharp click — block. And suddenly, peace has a ringtone. It is crazy, right? The way life hands you some lessons before 9am — and if you are lucky, you are awake enough to catch them. This week, I woke up with a weight in my chest — the kind you ignore because “it is not that deep.” But it was. You see, I have been entertaining a situation that has been giving less than it promised and draining more than it delivered. He was not terrible. But he was… tiring. Always showing up with just enough effort to keep me tethered, never enough to actually keep me hooked. And I realised — the most badass thing I could do was not confront him, lecture him, or try to fix it.
It was to end the cycle completely. I am over 30 now, right? The world loves to remind me. “Do not be too picky. You are not getting any younger. Time’s ticking. And if you cannot find someone to love you, at least find someone who will not mind you who you have become — wrinkles and all.” Huh? As such, we have lowered our standards, put up with bull just because “you are not 20 anymore!” As if a couple of gray hairs means I should be desperate, and the occasional wrinkle means my heart cannot handle wild chemistry! No, sir! So, I rolled out of bed, slipped into my robe, and while the kettle was boiling, I tapped that block button like I was blessing my own life. And baby? That first sip of peppermint tea tasted like liberation. Then I went out and ordered breakfast.
I did not hesitate when the waiter asked if I wanted bacon. I smiled, locked eyes with the universe, and with a wink, said, “Double. With sausage!” Because that is the energy I am on now: extra everything, minus the bare minimum. And let’s be clear: this was not heartbreak. This was hygiene. Emotional detoxing. Spiritual exfoliation. I am more intentional with my peace, especially as I move through this grown woman phase. I am recognising early when someone is not adding value. Wrinkles and grays? Those are badges of honour. So, here’s to all the baddies out there: Don’t let the clock make you settle for anything less than fire. Over 30 means no tears, no regrets. Just intention! And if he ever wonders what happened? Nothing happened, love. I just woke up.
—TheKat
Baddie Rule of the Week:
If it costs your peace before 9am, it does not belong in your life.
Mini Manifesto:
I do not chase crumbs. I serve full-course energy. And I block with love — and intention.
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