This week has been… a lot. The kind of week where my brain feels like 47 tabs are open, two are frozen, and one is playing music I can’t find. But even inside the chaos, I kept stumbling into these tiny, glittery moments that reminded me I’m still here, still me, still capable of softness. So, here are the tiny joys that grounded me, the little anchors that kept me from floating off into the swirl of crazy and kept me from being a gremlin.

My favorite lip gloss

The one that makes me feel instantly more alive, more polished, more “I’ve got this” even when I absolutely do not. A single swipe and suddenly I’m the main character again. The glossier the better. Right now, it’s e.l.f. Squeeze Me Lip Balm in Strawberry.

My cozy cotton matching pajamas

The emotional support uniform. The moment I put them on, my nervous system drops three levels. They’re soft, they’re simple, they’re the closest thing I have to a reset button.

Movies The Favs

There’s something healing about letting someone else’s story carry me for a while. A two-hour permission slip to stop narrating my own life. Right now, it’s a cycle of Disturbia because early Shai was everything. All of the Tomb Raiders, even the new one. 2 Guns. Blast From the Past. The Longest Yard and the first three Pirates of The Caribbean. They make my heart happy.

A perfectly cold glass of water

Not room temp. Not lukewarm betrayal. I mean the kind of cold that feels like it’s rebooting your soul and hurts to swallow.

The first five minutes of getting into bed

That moment when the blankets settle around you and your body goes, “Oh. This is where I live now.” The sheets feel so cool and soft and inviting.

A snack that hits exactly right

The kind that makes you pause mid-bite and whisper “thank you” to no one in particular. Right now, this is pizza combos and sundried tomato Wheat Thins dipped in chive and onion cream cheese. Also, lettuce boats with sour cream, shredded cheddar cheese, and blackened chicken strips by Tyson and adult lunchables by Hillshire.

Sending a TikTok to someone who gets me

Not a conversation. Not a check‑in. Just a TikTok that says, “I’m alive, I’m spiraling, and I’m thinking of you.” Connection without effort. They then send one back saying the same lol Communication 101 right there.

Chaos doesn’t just disappear for me because I’m wearing cute jammies or sipping soul reboot water. It’s just a reminder that grounding doesn’t have to be dramatic. It doesn’t have to be a full reset to fix your attitude. There’s no perfect routine to make the chaos quiet. Sometimes grounding is just noting the softness that’s already around me. Sometimes it’s letting a small pleasure interrupt my spiral. Sometimes it’s remembering that even in the messiest of weeks, I can still find pockets of joy and that’s enough to keep me going through the chaotic mess that’s life. 

XOXO,

Savi Monroe