Auntie Fah’s Accidental Evening Pep Talk (Because She Overslept Like a Legend) Alright, my loves. Pull up a chair, grab whatever you’re eating — leftovers, cereal, a fork straight into the pot, I don’t judge — because Auntie Fah is clocking in late today. Yes, I overslept. Yes, I meant to be in your phone this morning like a responsible adult. But the universe said “absolutely not,” and honestly, I listened. And judging by the look on your face right now, you could’ve used a cosmic nap too.
So let’s talk about you for a second. You’ve been out here doing the absolute most. You woke up, you handled things, you put out fires, you tolerated nonsense, you answered emails that did not deserve your grace, and you kept your soul intact through all of it. That’s not small. That’s not nothing. That’s a whole‑ass accomplishment.
And now it’s dinner time — the witching hour when the evening news is about to come on and try to convince you that the world is ending in twelve different directions. Every anchor with perfect hair is ready to tell you something awful. Every chyron is itching to spike your blood pressure. Every “breaking news” alert is basically a jump scare.
So before that circus starts, let Auntie Fah slide in with a little grounding.
You are allowed to be tired. You are allowed to be done. You are allowed to say, “Not tonight, chaos. I’m eating.”
You don’t have to absorb every headline like it’s your personal homework. You don’t have to carry the whole republic on your back before dessert. You don’t have to let the world steal the last scraps of your peace just because it’s loud.
Here’s what I want you to do instead: breathe. Eat something warm. Put your feet on the floor and remember that you made it through today. Not gracefully, not perfectly — but you made it. And that counts.
If you do watch the news, watch it like an anthropologist studying a strange species. Detached. Curious. A little amused. “Ah yes, the nightly ritual of panic‑mongering. Fascinating.” Don’t let it hook into your nervous system. You’ve given enough of yourself already.
And if you don’t watch it? Even better. Let the world spin without you for an hour. It’ll manage.
I’m proud of you. Even if you feel like you barely held it together. Especially then. That’s when the real strength shows up — the quiet, stubborn kind that doesn’t get applause but keeps you alive.
So eat. Rest. Unclench your jaw. And know that Auntie Fah is here, late but loud, cheering for you with her hair sticking up and her slippers still on.
We’ll try again tomorrow morning. Or afternoon. Or whenever the universe stops playing games. But for tonight? You did enough.
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