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Hi, my name is Grace. I'm 32 now. 

I adopted a cat who was named after a biscuit by the team at the local rescue centre, I'm vegan and I don't care what you eat, I'd really like a new aura photo taken as my last one is over a decade old, I have a shimmering iridescent cast of my vulva on my mantelpiece, a new Gilmore Guys episode dropped on my Spotify app over the weekend (first in the best part of a decade) and I burst into tears, I might actually do The Artist's Way someday, I took myself to the cinema last week and remembered how much I enjoy my own company, I can now say I've been in the same room as Vanessa Williams, I am a fierce ally to have on side, I think tater tots are my favourite form of potato to eat, I've never been good at creating intentional and positive habits, I finally used my wireless mics in a social media post recently, I am more than two years into my current therapy stint, the TS12 era is hitting differently already, whenever I insert a link into a blog post or social media story I hear Zac Efron's young voice say/sing/shout 'Link!' 

I thank people for reading now, because I feel like stumbling upon this tired old space is an achievement in itself; I don't share it around like I used to, back in my Buffer scheduling days, and when I had a whole community on the friendly website now known by a different name/letter. I downloaded my archive from there, but I don't really know why. But the 'thank you' is for more than the stumbles, it's also for the dipping in. Or rather, digging through the old, dry dirt and finding the shy but bright little sprigs growing against all odds. Maybe someday they'll be tall poppies swaying in the breeze, or monstrous towering trees. 

Thanks for reading,

G. x