I’ve got it! It’s locked in, loaded, and ready to go. My word for 2026 is CLAIM. Behold and absorb the visual of me breathing a giddy sigh of relief. I flirted with some other real-deal contenders. But claim landed like a slap to the face that I soothed into sticking, and a friend helped me see why. Reveal wasn’t strong enough. For me, anyway. I didn’t need to show who I am. I already know. This year is about claiming it. Phase two of who the heck knows. Claiming the work I’ve been doing quietly.Claiming the parts of myself I held back while waiting to feel comfortable.Claiming forward movement…
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Why You Don’t Need to Be Brand-New in 2026
A little hello from me… serving GOOD VIBES only ✨Happy New Year! ✨ Drop a 💫 if you’re stepping into this year with intention, not apology, and say it out loud so it can meet you there.
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Finish These 5 Easy Reflection Prompts to Close Out 2025
Hi friends, who’s ready to wrap up 2025? And who’s beyond tired? Yep, same. So how are you closing out this calendar year and checking off day 365? With some more honesty, more gratitude, some reflection, growth, pleading for calm… or maybe a little humble bragging. Ooh, love that for you! Now, put down the whatever. Take a moment, and a deep breath, and finish these sentence prompts. No overthinking or second-guessing you allowed. And perfection? We don’t know her, and we don’t owe her. Comfy? Cosy? Ready? Okay, let’s go: Bonus Prompt! Yes, I’m sneaky! Drop your answers in the comments 👇(No grammar checks. No pressure. Just your delicious…
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You Can Love Christmas And Not Lose Yourself
A little hello from me… serving GOOD VIBES only ✨ Merry Christmas! ✨ Tap a 🎁 if you’re giving the kind of love that doesn’t need any wrapping and pass it on.
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A Reminder for Anyone Who Feels Behind Right Now
One with a few words but giant vibes as we wrap up 2025. Here’s a snackable truth: the calendar may be running out, but you’re not. You’re still moving—sometimes with momentum, other times like you’re dragging a mountain in some dusty, worn-out flip-flops. Didn’t cross off all your finish lines? Shake it off, Luv. You’re exactly where you’re meant to be. Read this if you feel behind (though you’re not). You don’t need to rush this season I’m calling this an active change, and you’re allowed to keep going at this pace. You don’t need to justify your pace. It’s time for you to enjoy this, and all the seasons—tied…
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Happy Thanksgiving 2025: Gratitude, Laughter, and Time with Loved Ones
A little hello from me… serving GOOD VIBES only ✨ Drop a 🧡 if you’re serving GOOD VIBES only today, and tell someone “I’m grateful for you”, because it matters.
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Need a Quick De-Stress From The Thanksgiving Crazy?
Pause the pre-Thanksgiving Day madness for a few minutes. Grab a pen and play: Jump right to the SincerelyIreneB Thanksgiving word search, if you need to! I get it! Squat, Diddly, Me For some years now, Thanksgiving has been a little (read: a lot) more nontraditional in my world. I went from doing the whole feast, to a few side dishes, to doing squat — as in diddly-squat, or squat-diddly, you choose. I don’t cook a single thing. Not a turkey leg, not a pie (because I don’t bake, but luckily my girls do), not even a wee pot of vegetables passes my hands. For me, Thanksgiving felt far too…
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When It’s Not Your Turn
(A short story by Irene B.) “Yes, yes, yes… okay, girl! I’m going to lock up as soon as you get off my line, crazy!” she said, half-laughing into the phone.Then she paused.“Mmm-hmm. Bedroom’s already locked.” Another pause, then a soft giggle. “You and your single-girl fortress routine.”Silence lingered on the other end, until more laughter broke through.“And you know I appreciate you, so thank you.”Her voice dropped just slightly, as if still listening.The call ended, and the room went still. Tisha liked to measure her mornings by sound. The hum of the refrigerator intermittently followed the grinding of the ice machine. And now, with it being summer, the rush…
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Dear Wine: After The Happy Hour
(A short journal story by Irene B.) 📖 Accessible version: Read the full journal entry (PDF document) Practicing out loud Sharing some of my writing, these fiction bits as part of my creative reps, flaws and all. Keep going with your “thing,” too. Small consistent steps, even imperfect ones, make big moves forward.
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The Time I Lied About Loving Jazz
(A short story by Irene B.) The Trio House Presents: THE JAZZ SETFriday, April 25 – 7 PMFeaturing Lonnie BassettePerformances by Joel Hicks, Joy Bailey, and The PriseTicket: $125 – Limited VIP Seating AvailableMystery Guest: The One… The Only… Corinne had stared at the flyer, laptop, phone and now back to laptop, for the past three hours. She was half-dressed, hair and makeup done, in her bra and camisole, trying to figure out what to wear. The flyer hadn’t miraculously changed and still advertised The Jazz Set at The Trio House, on Friday, April 25th: Lonnie Bassette, Joel Hicks, Amber Bailey, The Prise. The Prise, spelled with an S not Z. Special…
