✨ Soft Chaos & Crooners: July Goals ✨

[popghost]

Okay, July. Let’s do this.

First half of 2025 has been… a lot. Like, emotionally rollercoastering through a glitter factory. Some highs, some lows, a lot of sticky residue from things I thought I was done feeling. But I’m not gonna spiral about it right now—this post is about lighting things up, and I’m choosing to light a spark forward, not burn out backward.

So: goals. Tiny, weird, but real.

• I want to finish listening to all the UK #1 hits from 1953 by the end of July. Yes, that means slogging through crooners, warbling sopranos, novelty orchestras, and songs where everyone sounds like they’re singing from inside a teapot. Every track feels like time travel filtered through a dusty gramophone, and sometimes I cry because I miss a world I’ve never lived in. Or maybe because I’m listening to 70-year-old love songs at 3am with no context and a headache.
• I want to say “yes” to at least one creative impulse a week, even if it’s just sticking googly eyes on something that didn’t ask for them.
• I want to walk outside at golden hour more often. Not for steps or goals or health or whatever. Just to feel like I’m in a music video where I’m the main character and the strings are swelling behind me.
• I want to be softer. Not quieter, but kinder—to myself especially. I’m too good at giving grace to everyone else and leaving none for me.

If the second half of 2025 is a story, I want it to be one where I tried. Where I let myself get weirdly, deeply, honestly emotional over forgotten chart-toppers and didn’t apologize for it. Where I remembered that pop doesn’t have to be current to be powerful. Where I kept showing up—even when it meant listening to yet another Percy Faith instrumental.

 

Comments

[stillshiny]

Oh wow, this is such a gorgeously honest post. It feels like holding a sparkler in the dark—bright, flickering, and quietly fierce.

I love how your goals aren’t performative or polished—they’re tender and human and real. Listening to every 1953 UK #1 hit feels like the kind of deep, nerdy, emotional archaeology I absolutely live for. There's something kind of holy about letting yourself be moved by things most people would scoff at or ignore. And honestly, the image of you crying at 3am over a song sung from inside a teapot? Iconic.

The “creative impulse” one hits hard, too—especially the part about googly eyes. That’s joy as rebellion. That’s healing energy. That’s art.

And golden hour main character energy? Yes, please. May your walks be drenched in warm light and dramatic soundtrack potential.

Mostly, I just want to say: this reads like someone choosing life. Not in the big, capital-letter way, but in the soft, persistent way that matters more. Keep lighting that spark forward. I’ll be over here cheering for every strange, beautiful, emotional beat of your second half of the year. 💛

[desecrets]

I love these! I feel you about creative impulses. I've had a kiiinda similar thing before: one new thing every day, even if it's very small. Just to get some variety into the days and into your brain chemistry, you know? Yours is even more active though, which is very cool.

Also, I'm honestly fascinated by your pop archaeology goal/ongoing project. I'm not even that much of a pop listener, but I totally get that sort of completionist 'how can I experience this era as accurately as possible' type of thing. (Plus I love older music.) I'd love to add you if that's okay!