Sometimes my life feels like an ongoing identity crisis. I get so wound up in who I’m meant to be, and if who I am right now contradicts or supports that. The personality shift I’ve undergone over the last couple of years requires a scientific study. I’d always identified with a “quiet” life. Me going out was me going to work. Me having the best night of my life is finally reaching the part of the romance book where the main characters realize they’re in love; re-watching New Girl until I inevitably knock out at 9pm. I never knew where my phone was, never really cared to. There was no one trying to get in touch with me. I’d wake up and brew coffee, cue my yoga series on youtube- I was simple. Now? It’s a whole different ball game. Don’t get me wrong, I keep a romance book on me and I’m currently on my 14th New Girl re-watch, but that “quiet” life has learned to make some noise.
Some nights, I’m barefoot on my yoga mat, journal open, re-brand in progress, fully convinced I’ve cracked the code on inner peace. Other nights, I’m reapplying lip gloss in a crowded bathroom, lashes lifting, telling a stranger she deserves better. By day it’s matcha lattes and self-help books. By night it’s lemon drops, last-minute outfit changes, and a group chat that deserves its own reality show. I’m living a double life. Think Hannah Montana; but while Hannah kept a wig in her purse, I keep heels in my car.
“So which one are you?” As if I have to pick between being the girl who journals in the morning and the girl who helps close the club at night. Like I’m supposed to brand myself into one neat aesthetic: wellness girl, party girl, career girl, whatever-girl.
This is Glitter and Grace; for the women who know how to raise their standards and their glass. Who are soft, wise, a little unhinged, and absolutely not picking a lane. It’s not a crisis. It’s a lifestyle. One foot in a yoga studio, the other in heels I have no business wearing. I’ve stopped trying to choose between the calm and the chaos, the polished and the messy. Because, truthfully, I’m all of the above; healing, evolving, and always saying yes to one more lemon drop.
The truth is, I need both sides. Sometimes life calls for slow mornings, routines, and a little quiet. Other times, I need music blasting, hookah smoke in my face, and a drink in my hand. That’s not being inconsistent, it’s being human.
People love to assume going out is nothing but self-destruction, too many drinks, bad choices, and chaos. But honestly, that view is outdated. A night out can be its own kind of wellness.
It’s connection. Going out has done more for my confidence than any self-help book ever could. It pushes you outside your bubble, makes you speak up, laugh louder, and just exist in spaces you might normally avoid. And the best part is that those nights are where some of my most unexpected connections happen. Partying isn’t just fun, it’s practice in being bold, vulnerable, and open to people you might never have met otherwise.
It’s self-expression. Let’s be real, waking up fifteen minutes before my alarm to drag myself to work is not my best look. So yes, I jump at any chance to go out and look cute. Sometimes I even prefer the getting ready over the actual night out. The mini fashion show and dance party I hold in my room, the countless TikToks, the Instagram story drafts- it’s my chance to express myself fully, experiment, and just revel in being that girl.
It’s a stress detox. For a few hours, the worries and everyday pressures fade away, either tucked in the back of your mind or politely ignored under a cocktail. There’s no room for overthinking when the music is loud, the lights are flashing, and everyone around you is moving with the same energy. You have no choice but to be fully in the moment, to let yourself feel it, and if you’re doing it right, your feet better be on the dance floor- or if you’re like me… on the stage with the DJ.
It’s balance: because social nights give you something beyond the endless loop of work and responsibility. And those nights that start with “just one drink” and end with doing it for the plot are the ones that make life richer, because you’re collecting moments, not just routines.
I’ve had plenty of nights where I stayed out until 3 a.m. and still showed up for a 7 a.m. shift. From throwing back shots to, “Hi, how can I assist you today?” I’m back into the rhythm of real life: grounding myself in my goals, responsibilities, and the routines that will actually get me where I want to go. It’s like flipping a switch from full-on “party mode” to focused, productive mode, and realizing I can carry the energy, confidence, and joy from one into the other.
The key is not getting too caught up in just one side of yourself. It’s easy to live only for the weekends, or only for routines and checklists, but neither gives the full picture. Balance is letting yourself have wild nights without feeling guilty, and calm mornings without feeling like you’re missing out. It’s about moving between both worlds with ease, enjoying the energy and excitement of one while still honoring the focus and clarity of the other. Life feels richer when you give yourself permission to exist fully in both, instead of trying to force yourself into a single lane.
The point isn’t about mastering one lifestyle or fitting into a label. It’s about learning to move through life with curiosity, confidence, and a little bit of mischief. It’s showing up for the quiet mornings, the wild nights, and every unpredictable moment in between. When you stop worrying about what side of yourself you “should” be on, you make room for growth, laughter, and stories you’ll actually remember. Balance isn’t a formula, it’s the freedom to be fully, unapologetically you, no edits, no limits, and no one else’s expectations.