December didn’t tiptoe in — it arrived grounded, intentional, and unapologetically aligned with FW26’s self-selfish syllabus energy. This month wasn’t about proving anything outwardly. It was about choosing myself inwardly, anchoring into my new desert resort environment, and letting life soften where it needed to… while sharpening everywhere else.
This season has been less about noise and more about knowing. Honestly? That’s the most Dayclub SEAZN era yet.
Desert Days, Domestic Rituals & Creative Flow
I saw my first shooting star in the pre-dawn hours of 12/14, and let me tell you — desert life is PFM, pure fucking magic, when you’re awake enough to witness it. There’s something grounding about smog-less wide skies and quiet mornings that makes intention feel louder.
The move itself came with a few hiccups (because, of course), but I’m officially untethered from old environments that no longer matched my growth. Being back in my kitchen has been everything. I’m cooking again, creating again, and modifying recipes in a way that feels playful instead of pressured. If you’ve missed that era, she’s back and you can catch all the foodz energy here.
I also dropped my final book of 2025, This Is My Mixtape: Volume 2025. No theme. No agenda. Just poems that needed out of my system. Some emotional, some silly, some raw, some light. Writing as release, not performance. Like journaling, so to speak.
And seeing My Vibe Is RICH AF holding strong with 5-star reviews on Amazon? THAT. HIT. SO. FUCKING. HARD‼️ Truly grateful. If you’ve read it and haven’t left a review yet, consider this your gentle nudge. You can leave your review here.
Media, Messages & What’s Still Unfolding
December also brought vivid dreams. The kind that linger. And yes, I let GPT help me decode them because clarity is a love language.
I finally watched the Charlie Sheen Netflix docuseries, aka Charlie Sheen, and I’m glad I read the book first. The documentary felt like a soft companion piece. Nice, but incomplete. Seeing Denise Richards show up authentically was unexpectedly touching, and it was clear there’s genuine respect and solid co-parenting between them. Still, the book gives far more depth. If you watched the doc and skipped the book… why?!
On the domestic side, I’m officially in my bread-making phase. Garlic butter bread! Nailed it. Cinnamon butter bread! Also nailed. The cinnamon butter write-up will be live shortly.
There’s also something exciting in motion that I can’t announce just yet. What I can say is this: it’s a three-part series, and no — it’s not a book. Timing matters, and this one deserves its proper moment.
Choosing Self Isn’t Loud — It’s Final
FW26’s self-selfish theme showed up for me in a way I didn’t predict but deeply respect. I made a personal decision this month rooted entirely in my healing. Not punishment, not drama, not avoidance. Just truth.
Sometimes choosing yourself means opting out of spaces, traditions, or expectations that no longer feel safe or aligned. That choice doesn’t require explanation to everyone — only understanding within yourself. The people who needed to understand did. No pushback. No guilt. Just recognition that peace is not optional for me anymore.
And maybe that’s the real December lesson: SELF-SELFISH ISN’T RECKLESS. It’s reverent. It’s knowing when preservation matters more than participation.
Not just December ending, but 2025 as a whole? A mind-fuck of a year ending on the sweetest note of them all. Closing doors that no longer serve and moving onward.
Cheers babes,
Medusa
