As promised from my Tuesday post: Why “Good Human” Energy Matters — Now More Than Ever, here’s my list. No sugarcoating. No “perfect human” checklist — just a handful of things I try (and sometimes fumble) to show up a little better each day. Maybe you’ll see yourself in some. Maybe you’ll roll your eyes at a few. Either way, it’s real, and I welcome any ones you have. 1-20… Let’s go! 1. Be Around People Who Push You To Be An Even-Better You You might not have a ton of friends — but you have the right ones. Mentors, peers, and people who call you out (lovingly) when needed.…
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Why “Good Human” Energy Matters — Now More Than Ever
How Are You Showing Up Today? (Before My List Drops Thursday) Okay, no one’s pure angel—or all devil—but being a “good human” still sounds so simple… until life starts life-ing yet again. The love, laughs, and sheer delulu of my friends and family keep me kind, grounded, and helps me stay steady. I’m trying to stay out of foolishness. Work out (as regularly as I can), eat … decent-ish, schedule as much abundance in my life (not assignments) where I can, and essentially, drink water and mind my business. And yet daily (if not hourly), life keeps wanting to yank me back into its stank-filled mess! Yeah. It’s a lot,…
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The Line Between Little Lies and Real Deceit
With the two-plus decades I’ve lived stateside, from across the merry ol’ pond, you’d think I’d be fully versed in American lingo, slang, and whatnot — at least among the amazing friends I’ve made during this time. Well, Luvs, you’d be seriously wrong. So, what’s a girly like me to do? I fake it, yep… yep. Kinda-sorta. The Scene Picture it, Maryland, 2025, and I’m deep in convo, and all is going great. Injecting laughs, creating laughs, and getting the full picture until someone throws in a term or catchphrase from their yesteryear, and all of a sudden, the laughter, for me, grinds a little to a halt. We got…
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Messy Journaling: What Happens After You Start?
So, did you start? And if you did, are you looking at pages and pages of random words, cut-off sentences, and scratched-out drawings thinking, Geesh, what the hell is going on here? It’s good, it’s all good! Because the thing you could easily miss about messy journaling: the mess actually leads somewhere. And no, it won’t necessarily all be wrapped up in a perfect and logical bow, but it’s not just venting, complaining, or scribbling random thoughts either—it’s a mirror. And if you’re willing to really look, that mirror gives you a pathway straight to your own growth. At first, messy journaling feels like you’re in pure survival mode. You…
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Messy Journaling: Your Secret Tool for Better Stress Relief
Two Moscow Mules, a Prosecco, and a deep conversation about something we all struggle with from time to time—managing our emotions, especially when other people, situations, or life itself unintentionally trigger them. One friend shared that she’d been trying to stay calm, respond better, not let things get to her—but sometimes, it just felt impossible. Think: “I know I’m being triggered, but I can’t seem to stop reacting. I don’t have control over it.” I’ve one hundred percent been there. Many times. Maybe, like me, you don’t yell or scream out loud—it’s more internal—but either way, you feel it. You’re not overreacting, being dramatic or ‘in your feels’, it’s real…
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Are you Team ‘Need’ or Team ‘Want’ in a Relationship?
Yet another slight shift in my SincerelyIreneB posts, but not by my conscious choice, but this has been all over all my feeds for months, and my friend visiting got us talking about this exact subject. Not to mention, a week or so ago, two other friends of mine touched on this topic as well. What is it? The male loneliness epidemic. I’m gonna begin right out the gate with I know many, many a good man. Not the fake, mask-wearing kind, I mean, I do know too many of those, sadly, but I’m stating this so if you want to come at me as a man-hater type, then knock…
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How to Step In and Embrace Your Villain Era?
Villain = Evil, wicked person. Within this popular term or saying, “I’m in my villain-era”, I’m not for one second buying the evil part, but the wicked part is in fact wickedly delectable to me. Not (no longer) giving a damn about what anybody else thinks, being the bigger person, or taking the high road isn’t about you now doing wrong to others who wronged you (well, not always), but about taking back your power to choose. It’s not about resetting your personality to be stuck on cruel, but to finally be selfish—in the most positive sense of the word. It’s a return to yourself. Disclaimer: Also, never be the…
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Why Birthday Milestones Aren’t Ends But New Paths Ahead
Last week, my baby girl turned 18. Like her sister, she’s always been one of the youngest in their friend groups, so her ‘finally turning 18’ was a big deal for her—in more ways than one. And while I was right there with her, mostly, it took a little wind out of my seeing my forever baby girl officially become an adult. Ish. Just thinking about turning eighteen is that moment many of us imagine long before it comes. Imagining what this vision of “adult life” is supposed to look like for us, from the TV shows, movies and books we consumed. Well, that’s how I did it, anyway. Of…
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How to Fill Your Life With Abundance, Not Assignments
Like everyone else I know, I still have bills, work, and endless to-do lists not going anywhere. But in my never-ending search to do more fun shit, as I’ve been flipping through my calendar and the last few months of 2025, it’s stacked more with assignments, not abundance. Yep, there’s holiday things, parties, pop-ins, etc., all of which I love. But I’m fully being greedy and I want more, tons more, of the smaller things that fill me up just as much as the big ones. More time with friends, laughing over foolishness, serious things, and everything in between. So that’s… Squeezing in spontaneous fun Shifting things around for simple…
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Splurge or Save? What’s the Best Choice for You?
Random chats with friends often spin into the best convos. Case in point: my last trip home to London, soaking up some back home goodness and catching up with friends and fam, an interesting topic came up out of nowhere, it seemed. One of the crew brought his new-to-me boo, over my Bestie’s place. Me and my US fam usually split our time home between my sister’s and my Bestie’s pads. The day either of them start charging Airbnb rates, I’ll personally cry buckets in court and sue for emotional distress and abuse. Roll that ‘Help me, I’m poor’ scene from Bridesmaids… now picture me, every single time I travel…
