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The Most Delicious Thing I’ve Ever Eaten (And Why That’s Saying a Lot)

Jun 26th, 2025

Growing up, food was never just food in my house—it was love, it was culture, it was comfort. My mum is an incrediblecook. Honestly, she made magic in the kitchen. From stews that warmed your soul to cakes that vanished in seconds, everything she made had this deep, home-cooked flavor that no one could match. But there was one dish… her quiche.

I can’t even explain how good that quiche was. The buttery crust, the creamy filling, the perfect balance of cheese and herbs—OMG. It was the kind of thing that made me pause mid-bite and go, “How is this even real?” I genuinely thought nothing could top it.

But then… I went to this little pub one weekend.

It looked unassuming from the outside, but I was starving and craving something hearty, so I ordered their Sunday roast.

BEST. ROAST. EVER.

No exaggeration. The meat was so tender it practically melted in my mouth. The gravy was rich, savory, and soaked perfectly into the roast potatoes. And don’t get me started on the Yorkshire pudding—fluffy, golden perfection. I actually sat there in silence for a minute, just appreciating every bite.

It was one of those meals that stays with you. Like, you think about it days later and get hungry all over again.

Now don’t get me wrong—mum’s quiche is still top-tier, forever comfort food. But that roast? That was a whole other level of “wow.” And the weird part is, both moments reminded me of the same thing: food isn’t just about taste. It’s about memory, feeling, and surprise. Sometimes, the most delicious thing you’ve ever eaten catches you completely off guard.

Daily writing prompt
What’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever eaten?
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There Was an Outfit I Had to Wear…

Jun 25th, 2025

Let me just start by saying: if there was ever an outfit I had to wear for the rest of my life, no questions asked, no second chances—it’s already hanging in my wardrobe (okay, more like living on my body). I’m talking jeans and trainers. That’s it. My holy grail combo.

I live in my jeans and trainers. And I mean live. Not in the “I wear them a lot” kind of way—I’m talking “they’re practically part of my DNA” kind of way. Ask anyone who knows me. If you’ve seen me more than once, you’ve seen me in them. They’re my daily uniform, my comfort zone, my “don’t-have-to-think-about-it” go-to.

Skinny, straight leg, boyfriend, high-waisted—I don’t discriminate when it comes to denim. As long as they’re comfy, they’re in. Pair them with a slouchy tee, an oversized hoodie, or even a blazer if I’m feeling “fancy,” and I’m good to go. And don’t even get me started on trainers. Soft soles, no blisters, all the support in the world—I could run a marathon (emotionally, not physically) in them.

Some people have power suits. I have power jeans. They’re the one outfit that makes me feel like me. No fuss, no frills, just comfort and confidence. And honestly? That’s more powerful than heels and hard tailoring will ever be (for me, at least).

So if someone came up to me and said, “You can only wear one thing forever,” I’d shrug, look down at what I already have on, and say, “Sorted.

Daily writing prompt
If you were forced to wear one outfit over and over again, what would it be?
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Finding Calm in the Smallest Things

Jun 24th, 2025

I wouldn’t say spirituality plays a huge role in my life. I’m not someone who meditates every day or burns incense or reads horoscopes religiously. But there are little things I’ve come to rely on when life feels overwhelming — small comforts that bring me a sense of calm when everything else feels a bit too loud.

One of those things? Two simple gemstones.

I’ve had them for a while now. One is a soft pink rose quartz, the other a deep, earthy green aventurine. I didn’t buy them because they were supposed to have specific healing powers or align with my star sign. I picked them because they felt right — their colours, their weight in my hand, the cool smoothness against my fingers. Something about them just spoke to me.

When I feel anxious, or when stress starts creeping in — you know, those days where your thoughts are racing, your chest feels tight, and you can’t quite catch your breath — I find a moment to myself and reach for one of the stones. I sit quietly, close my eyes, and just hold it. I don’t think about what’s going on around me. I don’t try to problem-solve or run through to-do lists. I just sit.

I focus on the feel of the gemstone — how it fits in my palm, the cool surface, the natural imperfections. It brings me into the present moment. It helps me shut out the noise.

In those few minutes, it’s like time pauses. I stop worrying about everything I can’t control. I stop overthinking. I let the stone remind me that sometimes all we need is a breath, a pause, and something small to hold onto.

It’s not about believing the gemstone has power over my life. It’s about the way I feel when I use it. It’s a moment of peace. A ritual, I suppose — not a spiritual one, but a personal one.

Sometimes we underestimate the little things — a cup of tea, a quiet bus ride with good music, a walk in the fresh air, or the feel of a gemstone in your hand. They may not solve everything, but they help. And sometimes, that’s enough.

Daily writing prompt
How important is spirituality in your life?
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Taking Care of Me: My Self-Care Routine

Jun 23rd, 2025

Self-care is something I’ve come to truly value, especially when life gets overwhelming. One of the main ways I look after myself is by eating healthy and staying active. I’ve found that exercise is one of the best ways to release stress — it helps get out all the tension and pressure from daily life. Whether it’s a walk, a quick session on the treadmill, or stretching out on the mat, it always leaves me feeling better and more balanced.

Another big part of how I care for myself is writing. I keep a notebook (or sometimes just type it out) and jot down how I’m feeling that day. Emotions, thoughts, what’s been going on — getting it all down helps clear my head. I also try to write positive things about myself, things I like or things I’m proud of, even if they’re small. It’s a great reminder that I’m doing my best, and that’s enough.

I used to do yoga regularly, and it made such a difference to both my mind and body. It helped me feel more relaxed and gave my mind space to breathe. Life can be full-on, and yoga gave me that peaceful pause I needed. I’d really love to get back into it again.

And something I’ve learned that’s just as important as anything else — talking. Talking about how you feel, letting it out of your system, not bottling things up. Whether it’s with a friend, a loved one, or even a professional, just sharing what’s on your mind can lift such a weight off your shoulders.

Self-care isn’t just about pampering or routines — it’s about being kind to yourself, especially on the hard days. I’m learning that little things, done often, can make a big difference.

Daily writing prompt
How do you practice self-care?
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Trying Not to Waste the Day (But My Phone Has Other Plans)

Jun 22nd, 2025

I always try not to waste my day. If I can help it, I like to feel like I’ve done something—whether that’s ticking off a task, spending time with someone I care about, or just getting out for some fresh air. It doesn’t have to be a big accomplishment, just something that makes me feel like the day wasn’t lost.

But then there’s my phone.

If I’m being real, I spend a lot of time on it—more than I’d like to admit. Screen time? Yeah, it’s high. Most of it is scrolling—feeds, videos, updates, random stuff that catches my eye. It’s weird because I don’t even always notice I’m doing it. One minute I pick up my phone to check a message, and next thing I know, 45 minutes have flown by. It’s automatic, almost like muscle memory.

And I hate that.

Because while I tell myself I want to make the most of my time, I end up in this loop. Scroll, feel guilty, put the phone down, and then… pick it up again without realizing. It’s a habit I really want to work on—for my own peace of mind, but also because I know I could be using that time for things that actually matter to me.

I’m not aiming to be perfect or throw my phone away. But even just being more aware of how often I pick it up—and why—feels like a good place to start. I want my time to feel intentional. I want my days to feel full, not just filled with noise.

So here’s to making small shifts, catching ourselves in the moment, and choosing something better when we can.

One scroll less at a time.

Daily writing prompt
How do you waste the most time every day?
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The Taste of Home: How Rice Pudding Takes Me Back

Jun 21st, 2025

There are many foods that take me back to my childhood—each with their own story, scent, and special place in my memory. But if I had to pick one, it would be rice pudding. Simple, creamy, and comforting, it’s more than just a dessert to me—it’s a feeling.

I remember the way it felt warm in my stomach, like a hug from the inside out. That first spoonful, rich with milk and just the right hint of sweetness, always brought a sense of calm. It wasn’t fancy. It didn’t have to be. It was made with love, and maybe that’s what made it taste so good.

What really sticks with me is the setting—our family all gathered around the table, the kitchen filled with the soft clink of spoons against bowls, and laughter bouncing off the walls. There was always laughter. Stories were told, jokes shared, sometimes silly arguments that didn’t last longer than a bite. Rice pudding wasn’t just dessert; it was the ending to a day that reminded us we were home, together.

Even now, when I make it or happen to eat it somewhere, I’m back in that moment. The warmth, the laughter, the feeling of belonging—all wrapped up in a humble bowl of pudding. Funny how something so simple can carry so much.

So while there are many foods tied to my childhood, rice pudding is the one that always makes me smile. It reminds me not just of where I came from, but who I was with—and that’s a flavor nothing else can match.

Daily writing prompt
Which food, when you eat it, instantly transports you to childhood?
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🎨 My Love for Art and the Timeless Inspiration of Leonardo da Vinci

Jun 20th, 2025

There’s something deeply comforting about being surrounded by art. Whether it’s wandering through the quiet halls of a museum or sitting alone with a canvas, brush in hand, I find myself drawn to the way art speaks without words. It relaxes me, centers me, and allows me to express things I can’t always say out loud.

I’ve always had a love for art. Museums are like sanctuaries to me—each painting, each sculpture, each tiny detail in a frame holds a story, a moment frozen in time. I could spend hours getting lost in brushstrokes, imagining the thoughts and emotions behind each masterpiece. It’s not just about looking; it’s about feeling, about connecting with artists across centuries.

When I paint, it’s a personal experience. I’m not just applying color—I’m choosing moods, layering thoughts, expressing emotions. Each color I use feels intentional, almost like it has its own voice. There’s a rhythm to it that brings me peace. It’s not about perfection; it’s about presence. Art gives me space to breathe.

If I had to choose a historical figure who inspires me most in art, it would be Leonardo da Vinci. He wasn’t just an artist—he was a thinker, a visionary, a true Renaissance man. His curiosity knew no bounds. He painted, drew, studied anatomy, designed inventions far ahead of his time, and saw connections between science and art that still amaze us today.

What I admire most about Leonardo isn’t just his technique—it’s his passion for learning, his hunger for understanding the world, and how he poured all of that into his work. The Last Supper and Mona Lisa aren’t just paintings; they’re windows into his mind. You can feel his genius, his obsession with detail, his love for nature and humanity in every piece.

To me, art is more than a hobby—it’s a way of living, a way of seeing. And through the eyes of Leonardo da Vinci, I’m reminded that art and curiosity go hand in hand. He inspires me to keep creating, keep questioning, and above all, to keep appreciating the beauty in every stroke, every shade, every idea.

Daily writing prompt
Who is your favorite historical figure?
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My First Crush – A Glimpse into the Past

Jun 19th, 2025

My very first crush.

I think his name was Matthew—funny how even that feels hazy now. But back then? Oh, every girl fancied him. He had that confident smile, that effortless coolness only teenage boys seem to master. And when he walked down the hall? It was like time slowed down. Ridiculous, really. But that’s how it felt.

I remember sitting in class, pretending to be absorbed in my book, only to sneak a glance over at him. And the one time—just once—when he looked back? I swear I stopped breathing for a second. Of course, I did what any awkward teenage girl would do: immediately turned away and acted like nothing happened. Classic.

Looking back now, it’s funny how serious it all seemed. How we thought that who you liked, who sat next to who in science class, or whether someone wrote “luv ya” or just “see ya” in your leavers book mattered. Everything felt so important, so defining.

But flipping through that book now, I see how innocent it all was. Before real jobs, bills, heartbreaks, responsibilities. Life was simple then. Crushes were sweet, drama was petty, and friendships were everything.

It makes me smile. And that’s the beautiful thing about first crushes—they stay with you, tucked away in pages of old notebooks, in the back of our minds, a little reminder of who we once were.

Daily writing prompt
Write about your first crush.
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Wanderlust Dreams: Places I Long to Visit (and Revisit!)

Jun 18th, 2025

There’s something magical about the idea of hopping on a train, watching the world blur by as you drift from one city to the next. I often find myself daydreaming about doing exactly that—just packing a small bag, grabbing a window seat, and letting the rails lead me through beautiful landscapes and iconic destinations.

At the top of my list? Italy—again. I’ve been before, and yet I feel like I’ve barely scratched the surface. There’s something timeless about Italy, from the cobblestone streets of Rome to the dreamy canals of Venice. And let’s not forget the rolling hills of Tuscany or the dramatic coastline of the Amalfi Coast. The food, the art, the history—it calls me back every time.

Then there’s France, a country that seems to embody romance and elegance. I’d love to stroll through the lavender fields of Provence, sip coffee at a quiet Parisian café, and admire the breathtaking châteaux scattered throughout the countryside. France has this effortless beauty that I just can’t resist.

And though it’s not a country, New York holds a special place in my heart. The city buzzes with energy, but there’s also a different kind of magic when you explore upstate New York—lush forests, charming small towns, and peaceful lakes. It’s a mix of fast-paced life and natural serenity, and I want to experience both.

Canada is another place I’d love to explore more deeply. From the rugged coastlines of Nova Scotia to the majestic Rockies in Alberta, and the multicultural cities like Toronto and Vancouver, there’s just so much variety. The sheer scale and beauty of the Canadian landscape are calling me.

Honestly, my list doesn’t end there—there are so many more places I’d love to see. I imagine catching a train from one destination to the next, each stop a new story waiting to be lived. Traveling by train feels slow in the best way: no airports, no rush, just the chance to soak in the scenery and live in the moment.

Here’s to the day I finally step aboard that train and start crossing these dreams off my map.

Daily writing prompt
What countries do you want to visit?
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I Don’t Really Like Talking About Myself… But Here’s What I Do Like

Jun 17th, 2025

I’ve never been one to talk much about myself. I usually prefer staying in the background, letting others shine, and just getting on with things quietly. But every now and then, it’s good to stop and reflect on who we are — and more importantly, what we actually like about ourselves.

So here’s me, stepping slightly out of my comfort zone to say this:
My favourite thing about myself is that I don’t take myself too seriously.

Life throws enough at us as it is — so being able to laugh at myself, see the humour in awkward moments, and not let the little things get under my skin has become one of my most valuable tools. I’ve learned that not everything has to be perfect, polished, or taken to heart. Sometimes, it’s okay to just be, to mess up, to laugh, and to move on.

But if I had to add anything else I appreciate about myself, it’s that I’m a caring and kind person. I genuinely want the best for people. Whether it’s offering a listening ear, helping where I can, or just being someone others can rely on — kindness matters to me. It always has.

So no, I might not love being the centre of attention or shouting my strengths from the rooftops — but I do love being someone who leads with kindness, keeps things light, and never forgets to laugh (even at myself).

Daily writing prompt
What’s your favorite thing about yourself?
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