Of quiet waters and untold dreams 🤍

Dearest, Softest Readers,

Good evening.

Tonight, I come to you with a gentle ramble.

I'm currently sitting with my daughter, who woke struggling — I think from the heat. Her little hands clutched her blanket, cheeks flushed. Now, she’s finally settling again, and I’m left here beside her, just… thinking.

Thinking about life in general. Where I’m headed. What the future might hold for me and my little family.

Every day feels so much the same lately. The same routine, the same rhythm. And while I find comfort in that structure — I always have — tonight it feels a little like a cage. A gentle one, but a cage nonetheless.

We need to get out more. Chase the sunshine. Walk in the breeze. I miss the seaside — the feeling of cold water rushing over toes, the sand between them. I miss the lakes and waterfalls of the lake district, the sound of running water echoing in peaceful places. There’s something about being near water that makes everything feel softer… clearer.

I just love being by the water

and well there doesn't seem as much to do around here and we don't really have any water that's refreshing and you can have a paddle in to cool down,

But here, there's just ponds and canals — not quite the same.

Still, there’s so much I want for her. So many dreams tucked inside my heart.

A safe, comfortable home of our own. Her own little room. Air conditioning! 🥵😂

I want to drive, so we can go wherever we fancy — on a whim, on a Wednesday, just because.

And sometimes, I worry I’ll fall short.

That I’ll fail her.

But then I remind myself — gently — that these feelings are just feelings. And on the other side of them, there’s love. There’s resilience. There’s hope.

I have to be kind to myself on these nights. And maybe, if you’ve found yourself here, reading this — you need that same reminder too.

You are not alone in your worries. You are not failing. You are not behind.

You are blooming, slowly, softly, in your own time.

Believe in yourself — because I believe in you. And I need to believe in me too. Because I have people — small, sleepy people — who believe in me.

I’ve always been a believer in: “You can do anything you put your heart to. Never give up.”

And even on nights like this, when my mind drifts and the heat lingers too long, I carry that belief like a little candle in the dark.

So for now, my soft friends, I’ll bid you goodnight.

May your evening be gentle, and your dreams be kind.

Yours Softly,

xx