TALES OF A COMMON ISLAND GIRL

“Surround yourself with women who clap when you win"

I mean… I was just looking for a new hobby.

Something to get me moving.

Something to make my week a little less… work, sleep, repeat.

I had no idea I was about to stumble into one of the safest, happiest little corners of my life.

It started with contortion… but it became so much more 🤍

When I first joined Toposphere, I was going through a season where life felt… a little flat.

Nothing dramatic.

Just one of those phases where you feel a little lonely, a little uninspired and you’re craving something that makes you feel excited again.

Every week, I found myself counting down the days until class.

No matter how tired I was.

No matter how stressful work had been.

For that one hour, none of it mattered.

I got to stretch, laugh, fall over dramatically (quite often 😂) and leave feeling lighter than when I walked in.

That feeling became addictive.

Then came the women… and everything changed 💕

Here’s the thing about Toposphere.

The classes are amazing.

But the women?

They’re the real magic.

Somehow, friendships just… happened.

I honestly can’t even remember how I became close to some of them.

One day we were introducing ourselves.

The next, we were cheering each other on like we’d been friends forever.

And that’s rare.

Especially as adults.

There is something incredibly healing about being surrounded by women who genuinely want to see you succeed.

Not compete.

Not compare.

Just celebrate you.

You’ll finally nail that trick you’ve been working on for weeks…

…and suddenly you have ten women screaming louder than you are.

Tell me that isn’t the best feeling in the world.

Pole made me discover a version of myself I didn’t know existed 💃🏻✨

Then came the pole classes.

And oh my goodness…

Can we please talk about how empowering pole actually is?

Because the stereotypes?

They’re so wrong.

Pole has made me feel stronger than I have ever felt.

Not just physically.

Mentally.

Emotionally.

And surprisingly… incredibly feminine.

There’s something about putting on your little shorts, climbing that pole, attempting a spin (or falling gracefully 😂), and laughing with everyone around you that makes you forget every insecurity you walked in with.

You stop thinking about what your body looks like.

You start appreciating what your body can do.

And honestly?

That’s such a beautiful shift.

The energy is contagious ✨🌸

If you’ve been following me for a while, you already know this:

I am huge on energy.

I truly believe that the people around you either pour into your cup…

…or slowly empty it.

Toposphere is one of those places where everyone’s cup somehow keeps overflowing.

Women celebrate birthdays.

Celebrate milestones.

Celebrate tiny victories.

Celebrate showing up.

Nobody makes you feel silly for trying.

Nobody laughs because you aren’t flexible enough.

Nobody expects perfection.

They simply remind you to keep going.

And somehow…

that encouragement spills into your life outside the studio too.

Healing sometimes looks like laughing with girls you’ve only known for a year 🌷

People always imagine healing as something deep.

Silent.

Serious.

But sometimes…

Healing looks like laughing until your stomach hurts after class.

Healing looks like another woman fixing your grip without making you feel embarrassed.

Healing looks like hearing,

“You’ve got this.”

“Try one more time.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

Healing looks like walking into a room exactly as you are…

…and never once feeling like you need to make yourself smaller.

Every woman deserves a space like this 🤍

Whether it’s Toposphere…

A running club.

A book club.

A dance class.

A gym community.

Whatever it is…

I genuinely hope every woman finds a space where she feels safe enough to grow.

A place where being strong and feminine aren’t opposites.

Where confidence isn’t measured by perfection.

Where women remind each other that there’s room for all of us to shine.

Because the right community doesn’t just change your hobbies.

It changes the way you see yourself.

And if there’s one thing Toposphere has taught me…

It’s that empowered women don’t just inspire other women.

They make other women believe they can become powerful too.

🤍

Until next time, 

 A little birthday reflection… 🤍

I don’t have everything figured out—and honestly, I don’t think I need to anymore. What I do have is clarity, peace (most days 😅), and a deep sense of gratitude for the life I’m living.

And that counts for a lot.

Becoming her, slowly but surely 💫

One thing about me—I will always choose growth.

This year, I pushed myself in ways I didn’t expect. I tried pole flow (still can’t believe it sometimes 😭), and discovered strength, confidence, and femininity in a whole new way. I showed up to Zumba classes just to feel good, to move, to laugh, to let go. And of course, the gym—weightlifting became less about aesthetics and more about discipline, strength, and showing up for myself even on the days I don’t feel like it.

And beyond my body, I’ve been working on my mind too. Reading more, thinking deeper, reflecting on who I am and who I want to become.

Because growth is not just physical—it’s mental, emotional, spiritual… it’s everything.

Marriage, priorities & choosing what makes sense 💍✨

Being married has also shifted my perspective in the most natural way.

My priorities look different now—and I’m okay with that. Actually, more than okay. It makes sense to me. This phase of my life comes with its own rhythm, its own responsibilities, its own kind of love and stability.

And I’ve learned that you can build a life with someone and still continue building yourself at the same time.

It’s not either or. It’s balance. It’s intention.

No timeline, no pressure 🌊

At 34, I’ve truly understood this:

We’re all out here living completely different lives, and that’s the beauty of it.

Some are starting over, some are settling down, some are still figuring things out—and all of it is valid.

As an adult, you’re responsible for your choices. And that can feel scary sometimes, but it’s also empowering.

Because it means you get to choose your life.

What I’m choosing at 34 🌿

I’m choosing to:
✨ Grow at my own pace
✨ Stay consistent, not perfect
✨ Take care of my body and my mind
✨ Protect my peace (this one is non-negotiable 😌)
✨ Celebrate the small wins, because they matter too

I’m learning to be soft with myself, but also to hold myself accountable.

Grateful, always 🤍

I may not be exactly where I thought I would be at this age—but I’m exactly where I need to be.

And honestly… I like who I’m becoming.

Still learning. Still evolving. Still figuring things out. But doing it with more awareness, more intention, and a lot more self-love.

And that’s enough for me.

To every woman reading this 💕

Whether you’re a young mom, focused on your career, healing, growing, or just trying to get through the day—please remember this:

You are not late.
You are not behind.

You are on your own path, in your own time.

And that is your power ✨

Valentine’s Day, World Book Giving Day & the stories that stayed

But this year, I want to celebrate something else too — books.

World Book Giving Day happens to fall on the very same day, and honestly, I can’t think of a better way to honour love. Because for some of us, books have been our longest relationships.

They stayed when people changed.
They waited patiently when life got busy.
They comforted us when we felt lonely.

They taught us how to feel deeply, think differently, and see the world with softer eyes.
Quietly, gently, they shaped who we are. 🤍📖

And if you’ve been following me for a while, you already know this:
I take love seriously.

I love my husband — deeply. He is my grounding being, my calm, my constant.
And I love books — fiercely, loyally, unapologetically.

Books made me me.
They shaped my perspective, my sensitivity, my inner world. They were there long before social media, long before adulthood, long before I even knew who I was becoming.

So today, let me talk to you — reader to reader, heart to heart — about my love for books. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll feel inspired to pick one up too.

🌈 Where it all began

My love story with books started early. Like… really early.

My first books were the Poldy sets — colours, time, shapes, places.
I remember sitting on my mother’s lap while she read Poldy Fly High to me. I must have been four.

Some books were read to me by my sister too.
Those moments felt warm. Slow. Safe.

Looking back now, I realise something simple but powerful:
that was the first time stories made me feel held.

📚 Comics, chaos & my brother’s influence

As I grew up, my brother became the real instigator.

He was the one buying books — mostly comics.
Garfield. Orson’s Farm. Felix the Cat. Asterix & Obelix. Tintin. X-Men.

He opened the door to reading.
I just walked in and never left.

Then came Enid Blyton — and suddenly I was dreaming of secret clubs, passwords, adventures, friendships that felt unbreakable.

The funny thing is, none of my primary school friends were readers. I don’t remember sharing books the way we share reels today. Reading was my thing.

So books became my private world.
The place I escaped to when everything felt too loud.

🕵🏽‍♀️ Becoming someone else (so I could be myself)

As I grew older, I didn’t just want to read stories anymore — I wanted to be part of them.

Christopher Pike.
Agatha Christie.
Nancy Drew. The Hardy Boys.

I wanted to belong to their worlds. I wanted their courage, their curiosity, the way they noticed things others missed.

In my imagination, I became Nancy Drew — but with the wit of Hercule Poirot, solving mysteries and piecing together clues, all while living inside the slightly dark, suspenseful universe of a Christopher Pike plot.

That’s how I read back then — fully immersed, fully invested.
I wasn’t escaping life. I was living another one through these characters, and I loved every second of it.

Those stories didn’t just entertain me.
They kept me company.

💌 Teenage years & borrowed romance

Let’s talk teenage years.

My romantic life?
Non-existent.

So books stepped in. Again.

Cœur Grenadine became my access to romance.
Yes, I was that nerd.
But through those pages, I felt tenderness, longing, butterflies — all the things real life hadn’t offered yet.

And you know what? I’m grateful.
Books held my hand when no one else did.

⚡ Hogwarts dreams & sacred borrowed books

And then… Harry Potter.

What a time.

The books were expensive, and I remember feeling embarrassed to ask my dad for them. So I borrowed them from friends.

And let me tell you — I treated those books like holy objects.
No dog-eared pages. No stains. No carelessness.

I waited for my Hogwarts letter.
I’m now in my 30s.
It never came.

Still waiting though. Just in case. 🪄

🌹 Books that met me too early… and right on time

Some books came into my life too early.

Le Temps des Amours — I was too young to understand it.
When I reread it later, everything made sense: the innocence, the friendships, the beauty of first love.

Then there’s Le Petit Prince.
If you know, you know.
A book I return to again and again, each time understanding it differently.

As a literature student, The English Teacher by R. K. Narayan stayed with me.
It taught me about simplicity, spirituality, and stepping away from materialism to find meaning.

Some books don’t just tell stories — they stay with you.

✨ Fiction as comfort & escape

As life moved on, fiction became comfort.

Sophie Kinsella’s Shopaholic series.
The Undomesticated Goddess.
The Language of Flowers — my forever favourite.

Stephen King. Chetan Bhagat. Nicholas Sparks. Jojo Moyes.

For a long time, fiction books were my best friends.
They helped me escape the mundane.
They took me places when I couldn’t move in real life.

📘 Falling in love with non-fiction (unexpectedly)

About five years ago, something shifted.

I slowly started reading non-fiction — and to my own surprise, I loved it.

These books made me feel powerful.
Knowledge-power. Growth-power.
That “let me get my life together” kind of power.

The 5 AM Club.
Eat That Frog.
The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari.
The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck.
You Are a Badass.
Becoming.
Ikigai.

They weren’t teaching me brand-new things.
They were putting into words what I already knew deep down — but needed to read, highlight, and absorb to actually live.

They taught me compassion — for myself, and for others.

⚖️ Escape & evolution

At one point, I wondered if this meant I was becoming a boring adult.

Then I realised something important:
growth is addictive.

Now I have a rule.
For every fiction book I read, I follow it with a non-fiction one.

Balance.
Escape and evolution.

☕ How I love my books (very seriously)

Let me tell you something.

I’m not a fast reader.

I pause.
I imagine.
I reflect.

I always cover my books with transparent plastic — like the good old days. No negotiations.
No makeup stains. No sweat marks. No damage.

I don’t eat while reading.
But I do love black coffee on a rainy afternoon ☕📖

Sometimes I fall asleep with my book.
And my husband — knowing how much I hate dog-eared pages — quietly slips a bookmark in for me.

If that isn’t love, I don’t know what is. 🤍

📚 What my bookshelf says about me

My bookshelf tells my story:

Dreamer → Seeker → Grower

If I could place one book in the hands of my 16-year-old self, it would be one about self-worth.

If I could gift one book to the world, it would be one about empathy.

💝 A Valentine’s Day thought

This Valentine’s Day — which is also World Book Giving Day — I’m reminded that love doesn’t always come wrapped in roses.

Sometimes, love looks like:
a book passed from one hand to another.
a story shared.
a world offered.

Fiction raised the dreamer in me.
Non-fiction is shaping the woman I’m becoming.

Books healed me.
Books continue to shape me.

So today, I celebrate love — by celebrating books.
And if you can… gift one.

Because stories, like love, are meant to be shared. 💌📚