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I’m a sucker for human behaviour. Psychology fascinates me. I notice patterns — in myself, in others — and my mind rarely shuts up about them. So, as promised, I’m going to keep unpacking these thoughts here. There’s a strange, uncomfortable truth about human behaviour that most of us don’t like admitting: We are often kinder to strangers than we are to the people we love. We hold doors open for people we’ll never meet again. We say “please” and “thank you” to delivery partne

I recently shared a post about workouts not looking dramatic. About how progress is repetitive, quiet, and often easy to miss if you aren’t paying attention. That thought didn’t come from a moment of motivation or a breakthrough session at the gym. It came from routine. Working out, for me, has never been about transformation photos or external validation. It’s my routine. The thing that keeps me grounded and, honestly, keeps me sane. I work out because I want to feel strong.

Not just hard in the romantic, coffee-fuelled, inspired-at-midnight way—but hard in the grinding, repetitive, emotionally draining way. Writing a book isn’t just “telling a story.” It’s committing to over 50,000 words. It’s time. It’s sweat. It’s living inside your own head for months, sometimes years. It’s rereading the same chapters again and again. Fixing a sentence, then fixing it again. It’s reaching the halfway point and wondering if you should abandon the whole thing b

I was explaining what the underlying theme in my upcoming romance is about to a male friend, when he cut in, almost relieved. “You’re a feminist.” It wasn’t said with hostility. It was said with conclusion. A neat box snapped shut. And I remember thinking—not for the first time—that this is exactly the thing I’m trying to write about. Because that sentence wasn’t a question. It wasn’t curiosity. It was classification. Once something is classified, it no longer needs to be ex