living with disabilities
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Waking up unwell was the easy part. Navigating everything else—noisy neighbours, curious conversations, and a certain offer I couldn’t quite ignore—proved far more complicated. Somewhere between strategy and temptation, I find myself wondering whether some choices are best made now… or left just a little longer.
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A little mischief, a little strategy, and a reminder that not all power needs to be loud. From playful encounters to quiet confidence, yesterday unfolded in subtle ways that spoke volumes. Sometimes, the most effective moves are the ones no one sees coming—delicate in appearance, but dangerous in intent.
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I thought I understood Good Friday. Turns out, I understood guilt. Between a Cornish pasty, a dying fish, and a man cementing his own gauntlet to the floor, I realised something far simpler: I don’t owe fear. I owe intention. And from where I’m standing, I can see everything clearly now.
The Thoughts & Musings Of Mrs Wolfie 