Currently just vibing and thinking wow. Lately, I’ve been getting back to myself, and it feels so good. Not in this dramatic reinvention type of way, but more of a soft, steady return to self kind of way. The kind of way where I trust my instincts again, choose joy on purpose, and remember that this version of me was never truly lost. Coloring more. Painting without rules. Writing poetry. Wearing what actually makes me happy instead of what feels safe, neutral, or easy to explain.

And honestly, I know I said it before, but it feels really good.

Somewhere along the way, many of us learn to mute ourselves. To tone it down. To make ourselves more palatable. Less loud. Less colorful. Less complicated. The world is very good at rewarding conformity and punishing authenticity, especially when your joy does not look like everyone else’s.

This is your reminder that getting back to yourself is not selfish. It’s not weird. It’s essential.

The Power of Creativity as an Adult

As kids, creativity is instinctual. We color without worrying if it makes sense. We paint because it feels good. We make things just to make them. Then adulthood hits and suddenly everything has to be productive, profitable, or impressive.

Picking up coloring books again or painting for fun is not about being good at it. It is about giving yourself permission to create without an audience. Creative outlets reconnect you to your intuition. It quiets the noise. It brings you back into your body and out of your head.

There is something deeply grounding about making art just because you want to. No expectations. No performance. Just you, color, and feeling.

That kind of creativity isn’t silly. It’s healing.

Wearing What Sparks Joy Is Truly an Act of Rebellion

Let’s talk about clothes. Because this matters more than you know.

Wearing what makes you happy isn’t shallow. It’s expressive. Fashion is one of the most immediate ways we communicate who we are, and yet it is one of the first things people tell us to water down.

Be more polished. Be more neutral. Be more safe.

But for who?

Choosing outfits that spark joy instead of approval is a radical act in a world that wants you quiet and digestible. When you dress for yourself, you reclaim agency over how you show up. You stop asking for permission. You stop shrinking.

Joyful dressing is not about trends. It is about alignment. When what you wear matches how you feel inside, you move through the world differently. More confident. More present. More you.

The World Will Try to Mute You

This is the part no one really warns you about: this world will try to dim your shine.

It will tell you that you are too much. Too loud. Too colorful. Too emotional. Too weird. It will suggest that if you just softened the edges a little, life would be way easier.

Hell, maybe it would. But it wouldn’t be honest. Or fun.

The truth is that the best people do not fit neatly into boxes. They are layered and contradictory. Soft and sharp. Calm and chaotic. They cannot be reduced to one label or aesthetic.

And that is their magic.

Trying to fit into a singular box is exhausting. Letting yourself exist fully is freeing.

Why Fitting In Is Overrated

Fitting in is often framed as the ultimate goal. Blend in. Follow the rules. Stay in your lane. But the people who actually change the world are the ones who never quite fit.

They color outside the lines because the lines were never made for them. They ask questions. They mix styles. They create new paths instead of walking old ones.

Embracing your weird does not mean being different for attention. It means being honest about who you are even when it is inconvenient. Especially then.

When you stop trying to fit in, you start attracting people who see you clearly. And that kind of connection is worth everything. I’m experiencing that real time in my thirties.

Getting Back to Yourself Is a Practice

This isn’t a one time revelation. It’s a daily choice.

Choosing color over beige. Curiosity over safe, and predictable. Expression over approval.

Some days getting back to yourself looks like making art. Other days it looks like saying no. Or wearing the outfit you love even if it makes people stare and ask if you’re homeless — which, what the actual f?!

Point is, there’s no right way to do this. There’s only your way.

Coming Home to Yourself

Getting back to yourself isn’t about becoming someone new. It is about remembering who you were before the world told you to quiet down.

Make the art. Wear the thing. Let your joy be loud. Be the contradiction. Be the person who cannot be neatly categorized.

This world has enough copies. It NEEDS your weird.