And So My Villain Era Begins…sort of

Okay, let’s set the record straight—I’m no villain. I don’t own a pet crow, I haven’t mastered a sinister laugh, and I don’t even have a secret lair (unless you count my couch surrounded by empty wine bottles and self-help books). But let’s be real: sometimes life demands a plot twist.

I’ve always prided myself on being easygoing. Go with the flow, ride the wave, let life happen. It’s one of my favorite traits. But even the most peaceful river can overflow, and recently, I found myself drowning in the flood of my own flexibility. The constant adapting, adjusting, and making room for everyone else’s needs was starting to feel less like generosity and more like self-sacrifice. And, well, this main character needed a little saving.

So here we are, entering what I’m playfully calling my “selfish era”—though really, it’s just the art of boundary setting. This chapter is all about claiming time for myself, unapologetically prioritizing my own needs, and allowing space to become the best version of me. This isn’t about anger or frustration; it’s about self-preservation and, frankly, joy. Because growth requires courage, and sometimes, courage looks like stepping back to fill my own cup.

If that sounds selfish, then so be it. I’m choosing to do what’s right for me, no apologies necessary.