Kat’s Musings

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  • September: A Month for Routines and New Beginnings

    September: A Month for Routines and New Beginnings

    September is here. The calendar has flipped, the light is shifting, and the year has entered its most transitional stretch: still warm in many places, already carrying the first hints of autumn in others.

    A new month is a clean page. It is also a reminder that most of what we actually do with time is continue the conversations we were already having. If we have been talking about routines, projects, travel, food, or how to start something again, September is a useful month to pick those threads back up instead of pretending we are starting from zero.

    Labor Day weekend in the United States and Canada marks the unofficial close of summer. Schools reopen. The autumnal equinox arrives around the 22nd or 23rd, when day and night briefly balance. Around the world there are observances for literacy, peace, the ozone layer, and tourism. None of these dates require you to reinvent yourself. They simply give the month a rhythm.

    Sunlit stone path winding through a lush garden with autumn foliage
    A sunlit stone path winds through lush grasses, flowers, and colorful autumn foliage.

    The useful move is usually modest. Finish the half-done thing you mentioned last time you asked how to get unstuck. Try the recipe or the itinerary you were weighing. Adjust the schedule you were already trying to make work. September rewards continuation more than spectacle.

    The days are still long enough to use. The evenings are starting to feel different as now when I get outside to write, my body covers itself in goose pimples. That is enough of a reason to treat the month as an invitation rather than a demand.

    Welcome to September. Let’s keep going with whatever we were already working on.

  • Curating My X Feed: Choosing Positivity, Personal Beliefs, and the Lifestyle I Crave

    In a world overflowing with noise, division, and endless hot takes, I made a deliberate choice to shape my X (formerly Twitter) experience around what truly matters to me. My entire account is now intentionally curated to reflect my personal beliefs and, above all, to center positivity.

    Smartphone held in hands showing time 07:18 and text Calm & Connected against fiery and smoky background
    A smartphone displaying ‘Calm & Connected’ held amid swirling fire and smoke effects

    I want my feed to uplift, inspire, and align with the kind of life I am actively building—one rooted in growth, joy, healing, and possibility. That does not mean I live in a bubble or ignore reality. It simply means I am protective of my mental and emotional space.

    Yes, I do follow a handful of accounts that could be described as strong Trump supporters—people who sometimes come across as riding the “Trump can do no wrong” wave. I am fully aware of the echo-chamber risk there. I approach them with the same healthy skepticism I apply to sports accounts, news outlets, or any single-source content. I do not take everything at face value, and I cross-reference when something feels off.

    I am not on X primarily for political analysis or to debate policy. I am there to be inundated with feel-good positivity and reminders of the lifestyle I crave—wellness, personal development, meaningful connections, beauty, humor, and inspiration. Those accounts, even with their strong biases, often deliver bursts of optimism, patriotism, or motivational energy that resonate with the uplifting vibe I want more of.

    At the end of the day, social media should serve you—not drain you, enrage you, or pull you into endless negativity loops. I have unfollowed, muted, and blocked enough accounts to create a space that feels like a warm, intentional garden rather than a battlefield.

    Smartphone with an assortment of blooming flowers, greenery, and succulents growing on its screen
    A smartphone displaying a vibrant mix of blooming garden plants and succulents

    My feed is not perfect, and it is not meant to be a complete reflection of the world. It is a reflection of the world I am choosing to create for myself. One post, one follow, and one boundary at a time.

    Some of my favorite social media follows are:

    Smartphone screen showing abstract swirling dark and golden light pattern
    A hand holding a smartphone displaying an abstract swirling light pattern
    •  @PeytonElroy : a wellness and spiritual healing-focused account with over 61,000 followers. Setting a consistent tone of optimism, empowerment, and alternative health perspectives, Peyton posts a mix of personal stories (especially her father’s recent stage 4 colon cancer “healing” journey). and practical health tips (e.g., hibiscus tea for inflammation, dates for heart rhythm stabilization via potassium, broccoli sprouts, blueberries, soursop). I particularly love the spiritual/energy concepts (auras, emotional states influencing physical health, colors affecting energy, the idea that everyone is inherently “spiritual”) and relationship/life advice (e.g., how to stand out when approaching beautiful women by complimenting non-physical traits).The tone is warm, encouraging, and emoji-heavy (lots of hearts, flowers, and green tones). Posts often include disclaimers like “I’m not claiming this cures cancer alone” while sharing strong opinions and anecdotes. Recent content has leaned heavily into cancer discussions—viewing it as inflammation, potentially linked to parasites or trauma, with emphasis on mindset, diet, and natural compounds rather than fear-based conventional narratives (my own personal belief). 
    • @mtnhousewife (Mountain Housewife🏠) is a Christian homemaking and traditional marriage account run by a 41-year-old wife, mother, grandmother (“mimi”), and homemaker.  Her posts promote biblical womanhood, wifely submission, contentment, and practical homemaking. Key themes include: Covenant marriage — Long-term harmony through scriptural roles (e.g., she highlights 42 years of marriage with “no conflict” due to submission as taught in scripture), Christian living — Bible study reflections (e.g., Philippians on contentment), faith encouragement, and church life, Homemaking — Simple recipes and tips (e.g., okra dishes, pimiento cheese). The tone is gentle, grateful, and encouraging, aimed at women seeking traditional roles. She emphasizes joy in submission, building a happy home, and living out a wife’s calling according to Christian principles. Content mixes personal testimony, scripture, practical advice, and light community interaction.
    • Maneesha (@ManeeshaSem) is a popular writer, content creator, and self-described “moonbathing apsarā” (celestial nymph) on X, with over 71,000 followers. @maneeshasem has built a significant following through poetic, feminine, and spiritually infused posts that emphasize beauty, serenity, nervous system regulation, self-love, and creating “paradise on Earth.” Her content blends mysticism, aesthetics, wellness, and gentle life philosophy, often evoking softness, harmony, and divine femininity. She frequently shares visions of serene villas, lush nature, silk robes, self-care rituals (e.g., affirmations, chocolate-covered strawberries, vanilla chai), intentional beauty, and protective auras created by harmonious environments. @maneeshasem posts focus on holding calm energy, avoiding urgency/dysregulation, beauty as spiritual protection, and aligning with cosmic/natural rhythms. 
    • @wolffdew (The Cooking Lady) is a Danish 22-year-old homemaker and from-scratch cooking content creator on X.She shares homemade recipes, cooking videos/processes, meal ideas, and everyday kitchen content with a warm, enthusiastic style. Posts often feature scratch cooking, traditional or comforting dishes, and personal touches as a young married woman. She promotes her two digital cookbooks directly in her bio. The account appeals to fans of simple, authentic home cooking, Scandinavian influences, and lifestyle content from a Gen Z homemaker perspective. It’s positive, food-focused, and interactive, with frequent replies to followers.
    • @amandaperera (Cleopatra 🪷 ✞) is a faith-centered self-improvement and relationship advice account on X with a strong emphasis on personal growth, emotional intelligence, and Christian values. The account mixes inspirational quotes, relationship insights, personal reflections, and calls to subscribe to her newsletter or book 1:1 sessions. It appeals to audiences interested in faith-based personal development, neuroscience-informed emotional health, and mature views on love and identity. Content is positive, relational, and growth-oriented rather than purely dating-strategy focused.This account is warm, empowering, and reflective. Posts often explore:
      • Healthy relationships and love dynamics (e.g., references to Yellowstone’s Rip and Beth as an ideal of a strong man supporting a fiery, intelligent woman; the importance of entering relationships as a “whole” person rather than seeking fulfillment from a partner). 
      • Self-acceptance, authenticity, and resilience (e.g., disagreement as a sign of staying true to yourself; embracing your “weird” side).
      • Faith-first mindset (“Jesus first always”), emotional wholeness, and devotional partnership.al advice, and light community interaction.
    •  @TrinaNuance (Trina Nuance || The Fractional Muse 🌿🌞🌊) is slightly different than my other follows. She is thoughtful writer, coach, and strategist with a philosophical, introspective style focused on personal growth, mindset, entrepreneurship, and human behavior. Trina shares long-form reflections, threads, and insights on: Self-awareness & transformation — Dark night of the soul, breaking self-sabotaging cycles, shifting from external to internal locus of control, and authoring new self-fulfilling prophecies., Parasocial relationships, narrative-building, perception biases, and cultural shifts (e.g., craving analog experiences like handwritten letters).  Her tone is wise, empathetic, and nuanced — often weaving personal experience, client stories, and cultural observations. She positions herself as a bridge between worlds (e.g., founders building in the dark, inner work vs. business goals) with a creative, almost poetic voice. Content resonates with introspective entrepreneurs, creators, and those on personal development journeys. It is more reflective/strategic than purely motivational or tactical.
    • And my kooky health beliefs lead me to accounts like @AlpacaAurelius (Carnivore Aurelius ©🥩 ☀️🦙) a highly popular health, wellness, and lifestyle influencer on X known for promoting carnivore/ancestral diets, natural living, and anti-modern-food messaging.He posts short, punchy advice, memes, book recommendations, and visual comparisons that criticize processed/seed-oil-heavy foods while praising meat, sunlight, walking, and traditional lifestyles. Common themes include: Diet & Nutrition — Strong advocacy for carnivore or nose-to-tail eating, local/farm-fresh produce over industrial options (e.g., local farm strawberries vs. Driscolls), and warnings against “the shit” in modern foods, Lifestyle — Sunlight, movement (walking), positive mindset, and simple joys (e.g., Spain’s longevity linked to meat, olive oil, wine, and activity), Mindset & Philosophy — Anti-worry messages, book lists blending spirituality (Tao Te Ching, Untethered Soul) with self-development and ancestral health (e.g., Nutrition and Physical Degeneration).  The tone is motivational, meme-friendly, contrarian, and humorous, often with a Stoic/Aurelius-inspired flair mixed with bro-science and wellness maximalism. He sells or promotes related products like clean collagen and coffee.
  • Benefits of Drinking (Yes, You Read That Correctly)

    Benefits of Drinking (Yes, You Read That Correctly)

    The wellness industrial complex has it wrong. While everyone else is out here microdosing mushrooms and journaling their feelings, my boyfriend and I have discovered the ancient, time-tested secret to actually enjoying this ridiculous existence: popping bottles like the world owes us a party. And it kind of does.

    Every single time we get to steal a few days together in this soul-crushing timeline, we treat it like the main event (I still remember how loudly I celebrated when he uncorked our first bottle!) Not “date night.” Not “quality time.” A full-blown, no-apologies celebration. We live for collecting moments and creating memories.

    Because if you are not celebrating the fact that you both made it through another timeline without each other— does anything really matter?

    I had to personally educate my man on the sacred hierarchy of bubbles. Champagne is not just “fancy sparkling wine.” It is the French aristocrat with a protected designation of origin. The bubbles were originally an accident as the fermentation process caused stored wines to explode, delivering that signature toasty, brioche-y complexity and those aggressive, fine bubbles that taste much more superior than synthetically created ones. Prosecco is the fun, flirty Italian cousin — brighter, fruitier, cheaper, and happy to show up to literally any occasion without an attitude. And then there is generic sparkling wine, the chaotic neutral workhorse that gets the job done when the good stuff is sold out or you are feeling budget-conscious.

    We now exclusively order and stock the goods. Delivery drivers, grocery stores, bars or restaurants we are forever part of some elite sparkling wine cartel. No more settling. Life is too short for mid bubbles.

    And yes — my boyfriend occasionally does shots with my father. Because bonding. Because tradition. Because nothing forges that sacred father-in-law/son-in-law alliance quite like grimacing through a round of vodka while pretending they are not both slightly terrified of each other. I sit back with my drink and watch these two grown men bond over the universal language of “let’s burn our throats and talk about Trump so we don’t have to talk about feelings.” It is disgusting. It is wholesome. It is peak masculinity.

    I on the other hand am a disciplined one-espresso-martini woman. That perfect, caffeinated, slightly dangerous little monster in a martini glass. One is elegant. The rest of the drinks are for celebration purposes only.

    This is what the sobriety police failed to understand: drinking is how we weaponize joy against the void. Why would I care if alcohol prematurely ages my cells when my man is forever babying me and making my life silly, fun and easy? It pushes us to create more memories and experiences.

    • It turns ordinary moments into legendary ones. That random dinner I made becomes “the night we popped the good bottle and laughed until we cried.”
    • It lowers the volume on the noise. The anxiety of not being together, the overthinking, the endless mental tabs open in my brain — alcohol (and him) is the world’s most reliable (if imperfect) volume knob.
    • It creates actual memories instead of just content. Sobriety is great for optimization. But you know what is better? Happiness. Celebrating that happy moment is great for living a story worth telling.
    • It is rebellion in a glass. Every time you choose celebration over optimization, you are flipping off the wellness grifters— your sleep scores and your hormone levels do not provide a full picture of how your life is going to go.
    Two hands holding champagne glasses with raspberries, toasting at sunset on a terrace with flowers and a coastal town in the background
    Two people clink champagne glasses on a terrace overlooking a coastal sunset town.

    Life is already one giant, absurd, painful, hilarious win just by virtue of you still being here. The universe is actively trying to humble you every single day. Might as well humble it back with some bubbles and bad decisions that turn into good stories.

    So yeah. We drink. We celebrate. We treat every shared hour like it is New Year’s Eve because the alternative is pretending this is all very serious and we should be optimizing our sleep scores instead of making questionable choices with each other.

    Champagne bottle being opened with cork popping and sparkling spray
    A champagne bottle is popped open, spraying bubbly foam at a festive gathering.

    Pop it. Live a little. The sober police will still be there tomorrow, miserable and well-rested.

  • My Cringey, Hungry, Blonde Obsession Years

    My Cringey, Hungry, Blonde Obsession Years

    When I was young, I was obsessed with Britney Spears (another basic bitch tendency). I know today she is a total mess, but there was a time when my walls were covered in pictures of her—I was straight-up obsessed with Britney Spears. The one with the flat stomach, tiny outfits, and that “Hit Me Baby One More Time” schoolgirl fantasy that made every pre-teen’s hormones go haywire.

    My bedroom walls were a full-on Britney shrine. Posters from floor to ceiling, magazine cutouts taped up in my closet. I wanted to be her — that perfect blend of innocent and filthy, the girl every guy wanted and every girl secretly envied. People definitely thought I was a lesbian back then. I mean, can you blame them? I was plastering my room with images of a half-naked pop princess. 

    And yes, I took it to the extreme. During the darkest days of my eating disorder, I followed her old workout routine religiously. Twelve hundred sit-ups a day. That was my way of insuring that I was working off every calorie I was forced to eat. No exaggeration. I would lie on my living room floor, starving, counting every crunch while imagining my stomach getting as flat and tight as hers. (Sometimes it would be until two in the morning and then I would be up at six). That kind of obsession is not cute — it is unhinged. But at the time it felt like devotion. Britney was my thinspiration, my goddess, my unattainable fuck-you to my own body.

    Then eighth grade hit and I had a full personality 180. I ditched the pop princess fantasy and became the ultimate “surfer girl.” Still skinny, but not glitzy and glamorous. You know the type — sun-bleached hair, golden skin (spray on tans FTW), that effortless, just-fucked beach vibe. I traded in my old wardrobe for head-to-toe Abercrombie & Fitch and Hollister. I lived in those graphic tees and low-rise jeans that sat dangerously on my hip bones. I wanted to look like I just rolled out of a beach bonfire with sand still in my hair and saltwater on my skin.

    I begged my parents to send me to surfing camp in California. I actually went all the way to Australia chasing that fantasy life. I studied the skinny beach bum girls like they were my new religion — the ones with long, tangled blonde hair, tiny bikini bodies, and that lazy, seductive way they carried themselves. I dyed my hair with platinum blonde streaks and spent hours perfecting the windswept look. I wanted to be the girl guys stared at while I walked down the beach carrying a surfboard, all tan legs and collarbones. 

    This was right in the middle of my most extreme anorexic era, too. The thinner I got, the better my “surfer girl” costume fit. My hip bones jutted out, my thighs did not touch, and my stomach was concave enough to make those Abercrombie shorts hang just right. I was starving myself into the aesthetic. Every wave I caught, every mile I ran, every skipped meal was part of the transformation. I was not just playing dress-up — I was trying to disappear into this fantasy version of myself: blonde, effortless, desired, and dangerously thin.

    Looking back, it was wild how seamlessly I went from worshipping Britney’s polished, sexy pop-star body to chasing the raw, sun-drenched, barely-there surfer chick fantasy. Both versions of me were starving — literally and figuratively — for the same thing: to be wanted. To be the fantasy. To be the girl that made people lose their minds a little.

    I chased that high hard. From bedroom Britney dances to riding waves, bleaching my hair until it snapped, and counting every single sit-up like it would bring me closer to perfection.

    Those years were intense, messy, desperate for attention, and strangely formative.

  • Organically Made

    Organically Made

    You all know that I am obsessed with organic foods. My distrust of the food industry runs deep—processed junk loaded with seed oils, additives, and mystery chemicals that wreck our metabolism, hormones, and energy. I believe in choosing clean, supportive fuel that helps our bodies thrive rather than fight constantly. Today, I want to apply that same scrutiny to everything I put in or on my body.

    But clothes? For the longest time, I gave them a pass. Sure, I knew polyester was basically plastic—petroleum-derived trash that is cheap to produce and insanely profitable for brands. They just slap a high price tag on something made from recycled water bottles while our skin pays the real cost. (Hence why I never bought into recycling!)

    I understood it traps heat, does not breathe, and sheds microplastics everywhere. But I shrugged it off. I was always a fashionista at heart. As long as I looked good for pictures, I did not care about what I was doing to my health. Until recently.

    Polyester (and its synthetic counterparts like nylon, spandex, and acrylic) is not just uncomfortable. It is problematic for health, especially hormones. These fabrics are loaded with or treated using endocrine-disrupting chemicals: phthalates, BPA, antimony, PFAS “forever chemicals,” and more. When you sweat, move, or just wear them all day, these can leach onto your skin and get absorbed, especially during workouts or in warm conditions.

    They mimic estrogen, mess with thyroid function, progesterone balance, fertility, and more. Microplastics shed with every wash and wear (hundreds of thousands per load) end up in our water, air, dust, and eventually our bodies. Research links this chronic exposure to inflammation, metabolic issues, and hormonal chaos—the exact opposite of the pro-metabolic, high-energy life I am going for.

    It is the clothing version of eating ultra-processed junk. Brands love it because it is dirt cheap and durable in a “will not biodegrade for 200+ years” kind of way. We are literally strapping plastic to our bodies for convenience and aesthetics.

    I used to roll my eyes at hemp, organic cotton, linen, and similar natural fabrics. They screamed crunchy granola, hipster vibes—flowy dresses, scratchy textures, and overpriced “ethical” lines that felt more performative than practical.

    Until now.

    After digging deeper (and begging my boyfriend to let me try some pieces), I get it. These are not hippie relics; they are superior, science-backed upgrades that align perfectly with a distrust-the-industry, body-honoring lifestyle.

    • Hemp: Incredibly durable (stronger and longer-lasting than cotton), naturally antimicrobial and UV-protective, breathable, and softens with wear. It requires minimal water/pesticides to grow, improves soil, and is biodegradable. Feels cooling and fresh—perfect for everyday wear without the plastic sweat-trap.
    • Organic Cotton: Soft, hypoallergenic, breathable. No toxic pesticides or GMOs like conventional cotton. Gentle on sensitive skin and does not hold onto odors or bacteria like synthetics.
    • Linen (from flax): The ultimate summer fabric—highly breathable, moisture-wicking, and antibacterial. It gets softer over time and has a beautiful, lived-in drape that looks effortlessly chic now, not dated.

    These fabrics support your body’s natural regulation: better temperature control, less irritation, no chemical leaching. They biodegrade instead of polluting forever. And once you experience how they feel—light, non-clingy, skin-friendly—you will never go back.

    This doesn’t mean overnight wardrobe overhaul or spending thousands.

    Start small— like making sure your loungewear and whatever you spend most time wearing is natural. Read labels!  I will no longer have my man buy me a date outfit that is made of plastic no matter how cute (because it will make me cold and uncomfortable), but I still wear leggings every day for my workouts so we have work to do!

    It feels empowering, just like choosing ripe fruit, fresh dairy, and avoiding PUFAs. Your skin, hormones, and peace of mind will thank you.

  • Why Mean Girls Is the Ultimate Guide to Human Nature

    Why Mean Girls Is the Ultimate Guide to Human Nature

    Despite everything that I have gone through and my trad ways: I can be a full-blown basic millennial bitch sometimes. And nothing makes that more obvious than the fact that I still rewatch Mean Girls. Lindsay Lohan’s Cady Heron, Regina George’s icy glare, that iconic burn book— I am obsessed. But here is the part that actually pisses people off: this so-called silly teen comedy from 2004 is not just funny. It is one of the most brutally honest dissections of human behavior ever made. It exposes the raw, ugly truth that high school is not some quirky phase we all grow out of. It also is an example of the entire human condition.

    We like to pretend that we evolved. We tell ourselves that survival, food, shelter, sex, and basic needs are what really drive us. Bullshit. Mean Girls rips that illusion to shreds and laughs. The real engine of human behavior—the thing that makes us lie, scheme, backstab, conform, and sometimes destroy each other—is not hunger or safety (sometimes it is sex, though!). It is the desperate need to be popular. To be liked. To be loved. To belong. To win the social game.

    And we never outgrow it. We just trade the cafeteria for Instagram, the Burn Book for group chats, and plastic crowns for clout.

    Think about it. In the movie, these girls are not fighting over food or territory in some primal sense. They are clawing for the throne of the cafeteria. Regina George does not need to steal your lunch money—she needs to own your entire personality. She wants you wearing her approved jeans, repeating her approved phrases, and fearing her. That power is currency. Social currency. And once you have it, you control the tribe.

    This is not exaggeration. Everything in this life revolves around power. This is evolutionary psychology wearing a pink “On Wednesdays we wear pink” shirt.

    Evolutionary biologists can talk all day about Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs and how we are wired for shelter and reproduction. Cool story, bro. But watch Mean Girls and tell me the real hierarchy is not social status first. Cady literally abandons her authentic math-nerd self, her values, and her real friends the second she gets a taste of the Plastics’ world. All of this, because the rewards center of the primate brain lights up when it senses acceptance from the high-status group. Being exiled is death in social terms. In ancient tribes, it basically was death. Today it feels like it too—ask anyone who has ever been canceled, ghosted, or removed from the group chat.

    We are not rational actors driven by logic. We are status-obsessed monkeys in Lululemon who would rather be feared and desired than safe and anonymous. Mean Girls just had the balls to make it hilarious and horrifying at the same time.

    High School never ends—it just gets better lighting and Venmos.

    This movie is not about teenagers. It is about all of us. The Plastics run the school the same way certain women run certain friend groups, the same way certain men dominate certain industries, the same way influencers dictate what we are all supposed to want this week.

    We all see it everywhere: the coworkers who sabotage your promotion, the “wellness” ladies who passive-aggressively shame others’ choices, judging people on their appearance in their dating profiles or any other social media where low interaction results in social death.

    We mock high school cliques, but then spend our adulthood curating the exact same hierarchies online. “I’m not like other girls” energy? I hear/say it all the time, still alive and thriving. Now, the Burn Book has just been digitized.

    We all know it is all fake. We all know the game is ridiculous. Yet we keep playing because the alternative—being invisible, unliked, uncool—is apparently worse than selling pieces of our soul.

    It says that humans are all vain. Shallow. Tribal. Cruel. And painfully human.

    Mean Girls celebrates this chaos. It shows that the desire to be loved and admired can make you brilliant, strategic, funny, and ruthless all at once. Cady’s transformation is not just a plot device—it is every person who has ever reinvented themselves to fit in. Every time you bought the “right” bag, posted the “right” vacation photo, or bit your tongue to stay in the group, you were living your own Mean Girls moment.

    So call me basic. Call me obsessed. But I will keep rewatching because every single time I do, I see myself, my enemies, everyone I know, and the entire trajectory of human civilization reflected back in those chaotic cafeteria scenes.

    Popularity does not just matter… In the grand scheme of things, it might matter most.