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What I thought would be a short break for rest and recovery turned into a 20-day disappearance! I’ve really missed you guys. And I’ve been seeing all the amazing things y’all have been up to. Well done. Truly.

Speaking of amazing, the Minimalist Community recently dropped a prompt that I absolutely love. It reminded me, yet again, of why I fell in love with Hive in the first place. Among the hundreds of reasons, one stands out the most: Hive makes me think deeply. Just when I feel like I’ve hit my brainstorming limit, Hive gently nudges me further and unlocks another layer. Lol.

As always, I had to pause and reflect before responding to this prompt. Not because I don’t know myself, but because my lifestyle is a bit... conflicting.

Lately, I’ve discovered a newfound love for jewelry stacking, which I’ve now realized is a form of maximalism in fashion. Funny enough, I’m not typically drawn to maximalist style. I still adore my plain, simple wardrobe pieces. But jewelry? just wow. I’ve come to see how beautiful stacking looks on me. Still, I don’t go overboard. So, can I really call myself a maximalist? Not quite. Because with true maximalism, there’s no full stop. But me? I have limits.

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That got me wondering, does this newfound love make me less of a minimalist? And then I realized: minimalism presents itself to different people in different forms. For example, someone might be a passionate art collector and have an entire room dedicated to their collection. That doesn’t make them any less of a minimalist. Same goes for me.

At my core, minimalism brings me peace, stability, and clarity, not just in my space, but in my mind. Mentally and emotionally, it helps me breathe.

Now, back to the prompt, the adjectives I’d use to describe myself:

**Resolute. Multifaceted. Discerning.**

Resolute, because while I’m not someone who necessarily craves the spotlight, there’s always a quiet fire in my movement. And yes, I know fire is usually loud and roaring, but mine burns steady. When I start something, I don’t just try, I commit.

Sure, I get burnt out sometimes. I’m human. I rest when I need to. But more often than not, even in fatigue, I still show up. I adapt. I find ways to make it work. I’m resilient and determined, especially when the logic behind my effort makes sense to me. And by logic, I don’t mean it has to be reasonable to other people. Your dreams are yours to realize. No one else has to understand them. That kind of inner steadiness, especially when no one is watching or clapping, that’s very me.

Multifaceted, because… my goodness, am I layered. I keep discovering new dimensions of myself. I’m like a mirror, reflecting purpose through multiple passions. I’m a storyteller. A business mind. A beauty enthusiast. A lover of femininity. A lowkey philosopher. A voice. All in one body.

For me, it’s not just about skills or talents. It’s soul-level depth. I remember when I was around 14, one of my uncles used to tell me I had an “old soul.” I didn’t understand what he meant back then, but I do now.

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And finally, Discerning. It’s almost like I have an inner radar for truth, tone, and intention. One thing I recently discovered about myself is that I really don’t like lying. At all. No matter the situation. People often say, “Everyone lies,” and while I’m not trying to paint myself as a saint (lol), I’ve reached a point in life where I told myself: “Will anyone kill you for telling the truth?”

Honestly, being truthful has saved me from panic, stress, and prolonged drama. The truth really does set you free. Maybe because of that, or maybe even long before it, I’ve always had this sixth sense. I can tell when I’m being lied to. My mum calls it a spiritual gift. I usually laugh and tell her it’s not that deep, but it kind of is. It’s both a blessing and a curse.

Because when you lose a relationship due to your gift of discernment, it’s hard to know whether to be grateful for being saved from a narcissist or to mourn what “could have been.” Even in my love for beauty, I’m always conscious not to let it overshadow self-worth.

So there you have it: Resolute. Multifaceted. Discerning.

Three words. One woman.

 
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