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Continue reading →: The beach version of MeSpent two long weekends rediscovering that sunshine fixes most things, beach parking requires military strategy, and that every summer I briefly convince myself I should buy an apartment by the sea before reality and Funda quickly humble me again.
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Continue reading →: The return of my terrible footworkAfter avoiding tennis for almost twenty years because of sports anxiety, weak arms, emotional baggage and deeply questionable footwork, I have finally decided it might be time to pick up a racket again, mainly because Pilates apparently unlocked both my glutes and my courage.
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Continue reading →: A shopping spree for criminalsWent back to work after the holiday expecting a calm short week and instead discovered someone had apparently spent the vacation enthusiastically funding their own lifestyle with a stolen work bank card, complete with train rides, shopping sprees and a jewellery finale.
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Continue reading →: The retirement plan changes dailySpent the final days of the holiday discussing early retirement, investing, emotional breakdowns over cappuccinos, and the deeply unfair reality that some people apparently just enjoy working without questioning their entire existence every vacation.
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Continue reading →: The Beach should not be this complicated!Spent forty-five minutes debating whether to go to the beach, questioned wind, routes, breakfast and life choices, went anyway, and within minutes realised the only difficult part had been leaving the house.
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Continue reading →: I’ll hang yours, not mine!Helped someone else wallpaper their house, realised I never do that for my own, ended up watching kids ring doorbells and run away, and somehow that felt like a perfect day.
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Continue reading →: Eight Weeks in and my right glute has opinionsStarted going to the gym for myself, accidentally became someone who tracks protein, discovered my right glute is unreliable, developed strong feelings about people not putting weights back, and somehow still decided to keep going.
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Continue reading →: Seventeen years and one weak hinge.Opened the fridge like a normal person, watched the entire door collapse with all its contents, briefly questioned refrigeration without a door, improvised a solution, considered fixing it myself for about three minutes, and ended up buying a new one.
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Continue reading →: Mandatory therapy for everyone!Sat down for a latte, accidentally joined a live relationship podcast, and left convinced we should all get a therapist before we get responsibilities.
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Continue reading →: The one where I turned 39…Used to avoid birthdays, woke up to balloons blown up in the middle of the night, briefly thought the gym was celebrating me, got spoiled with gifts and tenderloin instead of burgers, and ended up realising that 39 mostly looks like good food, good people, and doing it your own…
Hello,
I’m Sophie Quinn
I write from cafés, quiet corners, and whatever moment I’m still mentally processing three days later.
Some people journal.
I write blog posts and call it coping.
This space is where I collect the almosts, the thoughts I should’ve kept to myself, and the kind of stories you only tell when no one interrupts you.
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