For The Hope of Having it All

Hello precious! I missed you! 💗

Okay, so… hi. It’s been a minute. Actually no, it’s been a whole year.

I ghosted my own blog in 2025, which is ironic because I spent the same year learning you can’t “disappear to protect your peace”.
2025 didn’t give me a gentle storyline. It gave me plot twists.

Speaking of memories and changes, especially since my last blog, ups downs and everything in between,
A LOT has happened, and I mean a LOT. I moved cities, I finished college, I got two tattoos
(Well, c'mon, they’re adult stickers), I started working (YES, your girl is now an
independent corporate girlie), met new people, explored new places
and the list goes on.

In the midst of all that chaos, I discovered new versions of myself. None of this was planned
and the whole thing was terrifying given that everything hit all at once.
But somewhere in the middle of it, I kept coming back to one feeling. That it'll work out.
That it gets better.

That feeling, precious?
That’s the Hope to Have it All.

Okay real talk — hope is one of those words that gets thrown around so much it's basically lost its meaning at this point. You're going through something, you vent to a friend, and somewhere between "have you eaten today" and "he's not worth it", they hit you with "just have hope!" 

And you're sitting there like. Okay. Great. Super helpful. Truly. 👍

Don't get me wrong, it does help. But it deserves wayy more credit than it gets.

Hope is not a motivational quote you screenshot, that just lives in your camera roll collecting dust
next to seventeen blurry concert photos. Sometimes it's a reel that hits you at midnight
when you need it most.
(God bless Zuckerberg’s spying accurate algorithm)
Sometimes it's a friend who says exactly the right thing without even realising it.

Someone really wise told me that life is made up of experiences based upon our five senses.
The view from your first ever apartment 
(You’re definitely God’s favorite if you have a balcony in Bangalore 💀)
The smell of the first rain in a new city. The sting of your first tattoo needle into your skin.
The taste of your first cup of coffee at a new job.

The perspective you have today is built on everything you've survived so far.


Now, what does the hope to have it all actually mean?

Society while growing up always told us that everything comes at a price.
A great career means being lonely at the top.
The perfect rom-com demands we bid farewell to our independence.

But I say it's a scam.

It's not about perfection or sacrifice. It's about what aligns with you.
It's hoping for the love that actually meets you in every aspect. It's hoping for a career that pays
you and respects your peace,
(don’t come at me, I know it’s idealistic, but it must exist somewhere, that’s the point of the blog, hush)
it’s about a friend group that actually shows up. None of that is too much to ask for.
That's just knowing what you deserve.

I read a quote that said, don't be scared to ask the universe, it ain't on a budget.


But here's what I find humorous.

I used to think that by your mid-20s, people have it figured out. That there's some invisible switch that gets flipped and suddenly you just know.
Then I looked around and realised the 30s crowd is out here improvising too.

Someone clearly forgot to email the manual because no matter the age,
everyone's figuring it out in their own way, making choices with the hope that it's right.

We're all just here for the first time. Your 30 year old coworker who seems like they have it together? First time being 30.
Your parents when they were raising you? 
First time being parents.
You right now, navigating your 20s, new cities, new jobs, new versions of yourself?
First time doing all of it.

Nobody has it figured out, you just grow into your role.

The so-called adults are out here buying keychains, plushies, the most adorable things with their money.
That's not random. That's the hope they carried for years, one day they'd have
the money and the freedom to just get the thing.

Do the thing. Be the person you always wanted to be when you grew up.


"To get that 'all', you inevitably have to close some old doors.
Now here’s another thing, because I feel this is extremely misunderstood.

We're obsessed with the idea of moving on. Letting go.
Closing chapters and walking away, never looking back, because apparently that's what
healing looks like. And for even a second, if you look back, it makes you weak.
That maybe you haven't healed as much as you thought. That you're stuck.

I don't buy that. Not even a little.

Closing a door doesn't mean you have to pretend it never existed. You're allowed to look at it sometimes. You're still human, you're allowed nostalgia.
The memories behind that door? They're yours. Nobody gets to take those from you and
nobody gets to tell you that keeping them means you're not over it.

They're proof that you lived.

People leave, situations change, chapters end. That's inevitable.
But the memories: the ones that make you smile, those are yours to keep.
They're part of the story that built the version of you standing here today.

End of the day, the keychains, the job changes, the new cities, figuring things out–
all this is the same thing under a new alias. You were hoping the whole time. You just didn't have a name for it.

If you've made it till here, I’m assuming something in this blog tapped you on the shoulder
at the right time.

Your "all" is out there, kiddo.❤️

It's the most natural thing in the world to want a life that feels full, felt, and completely your
(cuz clearly the person with the adulting manual is refusing to email it to us)
Trust yourself, because your track record of getting through things is genuinely undefeated.

And if all else fails, buy that keychain, part of the process apparently.

You got this, precious. You always have. ❤️

I’mma go back to figuring out my 20s. See you in a year! (kidding…or am I 👀)

Quote of the day: There's still so many versions of you left to meet.


Xoxo your Boundless Gal <3