Mostly Fine Life

I’ve been phased out a lot in my life — friends, colleagues, people who just… quietly drift away.
Sometimes it hurt.
Sometimes it barely registered.
Mostly fine, though — I survived. Wiser each time, like a cat with nine lives and a mildly judgmental expression. 🐱

But this time?
Oh, this time it’s different.
This time, I’m the one doing the phasing.
Calling the shots.
Choosing who stays in my orbit and who drifts quietly into the background.

And the surprising thing?
It’s not just about other people.
It’s about me.
Clarity.
Control.
Living the life I actually want. 🚀

Digital nudges… they’ve become a kind of relationship currency.
A little ping, a casual like, a half-hearted emoji — proof you’re there, without actually being there. Lazy emotional connectivity, bandied around like it’s meaningful — a hamster running in a wheel of pings and half-hearted texts.

Without mobile phones, without instant messaging, real engagement would take effort.
A call.
A meet-up.
An actual conversation.

And honestly? That friction makes things cleaner. Sharper. More intentional.
It’s also the nudge I needed — a little trigger to start reviewing everything that matters.

Phasing people out isn’t cruelty.
It’s clarity with flair.
Boundaries aren’t just shields — they’re tools.
Tools for shaping your life.
Each choice, each pause, each gentle “no” or “not right now” is a tiny piece of your own roadmap.

Life loves irony.
Redundancy.
Losing Mum (absolutely devastating — more on that later).
Past heartbreaks.

The universe taps you on the shoulder like a hyperactive waiter carrying a tray of reality —
or a Stevie Nicks-level tambourine-waving spirit suddenly appearing at your kitchen table:
“Inventory check! What matters? Who matters? What do you actually want next?” 🥁✨

And then it hits.
My life moves in phases. Roughly eight years each.
In the past, I drifted. Reacted. Adjusted. Rarely steered.

Now?
Now I consciously choose the next phase.
Life is short.
Precious.
Absurd.
Occasionally ridiculous.

And I want to steer it.
Even if just slightly.

Friendships.
Boundaries.
Work.
Meaning.

Choosing what to let in.
What to let go of.
What energy to carry.

Part of a careful curation.
Even with bills to pay, responsibilities to meet, reality to respect — there’s space.
Space to choose the flavour of the next chapter.

So yes — phasing someone out?
Just one tiny point of clarity.
But enough to spark the bigger picture:
Reclaiming your driver’s seat.
Laughing at potholes.
Occasionally honking at the universe.
Finally, finally feeling like you’re in charge.

Here’s the truth:
Life is messy.
Fleeting.
Absurd.

And if we can steer it, even a little…
we might as well enjoy the ride. 🎢

So grab your tambourine.
Shake it.
Laugh a little.
Step into your next phase like you mean it.

Recommended soundtrack while reading: any song with a tambourine, but “Edge of Seventeen” by Stevie Nicks hits the sweet spot — stride into your driver’s seat with a little hair-flip flair.