The world feels unbearably heavy right now. Many of us are carrying outrage, grief, fear, and a deep sense that something essential is being fractured in front of us. Words feel insufficient. Silence feels wrong. And yet, spectacle feels dishonest.
This is where I am choosing to stand and it is how I will embrace my word of the year.
Whimsibellion is not about pretending things are okay. It is not about bypassing pain, avoiding truth, or retreating into softness for comfort’s sake.
Whimsibellion is a lived practice of using whimsy to protect the inner life, honor imagination as sacred, and refuse to let suffering be the only register of truth.
When cruelty is loud, Whimsibellion insists on tenderness. When violence hardens the air, it insists on breath. When the world pushes us toward numbness, it insists on presence.
The small, ordinary acts you’ll see here: color choices, creative play, gentle defiance, moments of care are not distractions. They are not trivial. They are how I protect my capacity for compassion in a world that keeps testing it.
Creativity is not escape. Gentleness is not silence. Whimsy is not frivolity.
It is how I stay human. It is how I stay awake. It is how I continue to choose care—again and again.
This is Whimsibellion. Yours may look different,
But it’s just as important as mine.
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