Are there any activities or hobbies you’ve outgrown or lost interest in over time?
Oh yes. A few. And I didn’t lose them all at once — they slipped away quietly, like shoes that still look fine but hurt the moment you put them back on.
I used to love being busy for the sake of it. Filling calendars. Saying yes because it sounded productive. Somewhere along the way I realised that exhaustion is not a personality, and hustle is not a virtue if it steals your joy. I’ve outgrown the need to prove I’m doing enough.
I’ve also lost interest in arguments that go nowhere — the kind where no one is listening, only waiting to speak. These days I’d rather make tea than make a point. Silence, I’ve learned, is often the sharper intellect.
And then there’s perfection. I used to chase it like it was a finish line. Now I know better. Perfection is sterile. The good stuff lives in the cracks — in drafts, detours, wrong turns, and stories that don’t quite behave.
What replaced all that? Slowness. Depth. Curiosity. Choosing fewer things and caring about them more.
Outgrowing something doesn’t mean it was a mistake.
It just means you’ve moved rooms, darling — and the furniture no longer fits.
Stay fabulous,
Luce 💋

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