Sunday, 19th April, 2026

11:00 AM

​Dear Diary,

I recently rewatched the film inspired by the life of Florence Foster Jenkins, starring Meryl Streep and Hugh Grant, and toward the end I was in tears.

My mother asked me why this character interested me so much, perhaps too much.

There.

I'm always "too much" for others: too short, too sensitive, too shy, too irrational, too emotional, too careless, too awkward, too insecure, too slow, too clumsy, too tone deaf, and so on.

In short, I'm not right for this world.

And that's why I see myself in Florence.

I identify with her childish joy, with the enthusiasm of someone who has a huge dream, perhaps too big for themselves, and still finds the courage to pursue it, despite their vulnerability and imperfection.

But above all, I recognize myself in her freedom: the freedom to be herself without asking permission, without waiting to be "good enough."

Perhaps it's not about stopping being "too much," but about stopping looking at ourselves through the eyes of others.

And then that "too much" changes shape.

It becomes space and breathing space, simply a more authentic way of existing in the world.