In a conversation with one of my besties while catching up on our lives I made a statement “I have finally accepted that I am boring”. Usually I would blame it on my man, he doesn’t like to do things he’s boring ect., but the truth is so am I.

This realization came from deciding if we wanted to go out for new year’s, I send him a post for an event that looked like it could be nice. Later that week he says to me do you want to go out for New Years slight anxiety over the idea came over me and it was a No especially not to a party!

I have accepted that I am “boring.”

And the truth is I think I actually like it here.

These days, if it involves loud rooms, packed schedules, being in heels all night, or constantly being around people I would honestly rather not. Not because I’m antisocial. Not because I’m tired of life. But because my soul has changed what it craves.

I am no longer chasing stimulation.
I’m choosing peace.

I’m the girl who gets genuinely excited about a self-care day.
The one who lights up over buying new home décor.
The one who feels proud learning a new recipe at home.
The one who happily gets in the bed by 10pm with a clean kitchen, soft sheets, and a calm mind.

This isn’t me settling.
This is me softening.

This is me accepting that who I am today doesn’t need to look like who I used to be.
That growth doesn’t always come with noise.
That peace doesn’t have to be loud to be meaningful.

“I’m learning that sometimes the issue isn’t other people accepting the new you
it’s us learning to accept that we’ve changed,
and that the things we once enjoyed no longer serve us

And honestly…
I’ve never felt more aligned with my life than I do right now.

Xo, Kieks