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Seriously Ridiculous
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Welcome to the space where spirituality doesn’t wear makeup.
Where affirmations meet pizza, and rituals end with doing the dishes.
You won’t find advice here like “be your best self” — unless your best self is a divine being in leggings trying to meditate while the dog needs to pee.
I Tried to Look Like a Goddess… but My Leggings Said No
I Asked the Universe for a Sign… and My Ex Texted Me
I Did a Full Moon Release Ritual… and Had a Full-On Meltdown
You light a candle.
You sit cross-legged.
You whisper:
“Show me my higher self.”
I Did a Guided Meditation… and It Guided Me to the Fridge
“Do you meditate?”
“Well, I sit on the bathroom floor thinking about murder and wondering if God also rolls His eyes sometimes.”
You wake up early.
You feel ready. Determined.
Today you will radiate peace.
You light your candle, hold your crystal, and whisper:
“I am calm. I am grounded. I am peace.”
Moral of the story?
Don’t force your inner child to be an adult.
Sometimes it just wants to chill with ice cream and not be fixed.
You wake up in the morning with a sacred intention: today you become an enlightened being. Everything is ready. Palo santo, candles, that one crystal you don’t know where it came from.