Simply Positive Thoughts

  Falkland’s Law and the Art of Not Losing Your Mind (Especially When You’re Already Halfway There) “When it is NOT NECESSARY to make a decision, it is NECESSARY NOT to make a decision.” — Falkland’s Law Also known as : “ Sit down, sis. Don’t start a war just because your brain got bored. ” Meet Falkland’s Law: The Queen of Mental Peace Let’s look at it from a dramatic perspective: Scene : You’ve had a rough day (or month… or zodiac cycle), and suddenly your mind declares a State of Emergency: “ We need answers! What did he mean by ‘take care ’? Should I send that closure text? Should I cut my bangs? Should I call my therapist and ask for a session???” Enter : Falkland’s Law. It politely hands you a chamomile tea and says: “ Darling. If it’s not necessary to make a decision… then it’s necessary to NOT make one .” Also known as : Just because your feelings are screaming doesn’t mean you need to reply with a 700-word text, a permanent life change, or a new haircut. Emotional Dist...

Almost Everything Will Work Again If You Unplug It for a Few Minutes—Including You! Ever had one of those days where your brain feels like an internet browser with 37 tabs open, 3 of them frozen, and that annoying background music playing from who-knows-where? Yeah, me too. Technology has taught us a valuable life lesson: when things stop working, the first step is always to unplug and reboot. Wi-Fi down? Router reset. Laptop glitching? Power cycle. TV acting up? Unplug and wait. And yet, somehow, we humans forget that the same golden rule applies to us! Think about it: When was the last time you gave yourself a proper reboot? And no, scrolling through cute animal videos at 2 AM doesn’t count (though I must admit, they do provide temporary system relief). I’m talking about a real, genuine unplugging—stepping away, taking a breath, and allowing yourself to reset. We live in a world where productivity is king's service with hustle culture practically demanding that we function like m...

Let’s get one thing out of the way first: yes, overwork is exhausting. Yes, it makes your brain feel like mashed potatoes left out in the sun. And yes, it turns your once energetic “ Let’s DO this !” into a barely audible “ Lemme just nap under this desk real quick .” But you know what? Overwork, for all its teeth-gritting drama, comes with a weird badge of honor. Society claps for it. Your inbox respects it. Even your smartwatch is like, “ You’re crushing it, queen .” But the lows? Oh no. No standing ovation there. Just tumbleweeds, existential dread, and three-day-old hair buns. Let’s talk about those lows—the moments when you’ve finished sprinting the productivity marathon and you’re just... floating. Rather sinking. Or standing in the shower staring at the wall for 27 minutes wondering if you’ve ever actually been good at anything or whether your plant is silently judging you. Overwork is a speed bump. The lows are potholes filled with emotional quicksand. Overworking is kind of li...

We often picture healing as this serene, candle-lit process — you know, with ambient playlists, herbal tea, and maybe a tear-streaked journal entry or two. But sometimes, healing looks a lot more like... belly laughter, sharp one-liners, and conversations that veer wildly from college time shenanigans to absurdity — with zero warning and maximum impact. It’s funny how the universe sends people who speak exactly the dialect your soul understands — fluent in wit, healthy sarcasm, and an almost mystical ability to make you feel seen , even when the topic of discussion is your questionable taste in fictional characters (" You like Phoebe ?!"). The truth is, we talk a lot about trauma and healing, but rarely about how much of it actually begins in safe, joyful spaces. Spaces where you're not being fixed or analyzed — just heard. Where the heavy things are gently acknowledged, then cleverly disarmed with humor and heart. Where “How was your day?” can unexpectedly turn into an e...

  There comes a moment in every adult-ish person's life where you're sitting in bed, wearing your ancient college t-shirt that somehow survived 12 monsoons and 56 laundry cycles, staring blankly at a text from a friend asking, “Wanna hang out?” And you reply with a swift, confident: “Nope. I have plans with my weighted blanket and crippling existential dread.” And that, dear reader, is the moment you ask yourself: "Wait... did I just give up? Or did I grow up?" Let’s rewind. Once upon a time, in the era of no back pain and questionable fashion choices (low-rise capri, I’m looking at you), we said YES to everything. • Road trip while the college attendance is below 30%? Sure. • Maggi made in an iron box in the hostel? Obviously. • Dating someone whose idea of communication is reacting to your Instagram story with fire emojis? Unfortunately, yes. But somewhere between then and now, we started craving things like sleep, peace, and crockery that matches. Did w...

Some mornings you wake up ready to conquer the world. Other mornings, you congratulate yourself for remembering pants. Both mornings are valid. Life isn't a straight path lined with glitter and inspirational background music. It's potholes, U-turns, and GPS re-routing... a lot. Sometimes you’ll look around at your life — the messy living room, the half-written dreams, the unanswered texts — and think: " Wow. I am one bad haircut away from total collapse ." Good news: That feeling? 100% normal . Bad news: You’ll probably feel it again next Tuesday. (Even if you miraculously avoid the bad haircut.) But here’s the truth we forget: Messy doesn’t mean broken. Messy means you’re moving.  Babies fall approximately 500 times before they figure out walking. Do you know what people say when they fall? "Aww, look at them go!" No one says, "Geez, what a failure. Get a job already, kid." Why are you any different? ✨ If you’re trying, you’re winning. ✨ If you’re...