1.0Soft Sensibilitieshttps://kimberlypearl.co/blogKimberlyhttps://kimberlypearl.co/blog/author/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="XslFboqbR9"><a href="https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/five-things-6-12-26/">Five Things (6.12.26)</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/five-things-6-12-26/embed/#?secret=XslFboqbR9" width="600" height="338" title="“Five Things (6.12.26)” — Soft Sensibilities" data-secret="XslFboqbR9" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script> 1. A conversation with a longtime colleague-turned-friend was motivation enough to publish the few posts hidden in my drafts. Not that I’d been sitting on anything precious, private, or profound, per se; these were just short entries about the events I remembered to document, falling for the Blazy frenzy, recent outfits, and a backlog of Five Things. I’ve always enjoyed blogging, but between growing up (having to prioritize career) and the evolution of the Internet, social media, and our collective relationship with digital presences—the act seems fraught with friction. (A thought I’ve loosely strung into words before.) So until this week, I’ve been leaving most posts unpublished. Writing without pressing “post” felt more like journaling. I get to be more frivolous, more fun in this space, which has been cathartic. There’s less pressure compared to writing in my real, physical diary, a practice I’ve kept since childhood and still maintain nearly every day. “But why hide?” The question was posed by another good friend, who had also prodded me to write again. I’m old enough to know that external validation should mean nothing, but I’m human. So here I am. 2. Speaking of uncovering things. I recently discovered Michelle Jonas,…https://kimberlypearl.co/blog/wp-content/uploads/2026/06/outfit-with-jean-sienna-top-jeans.jpg