MJ Wynn 💭

I Love a Clingy Partner After being made to feel “too much” for wanting closeness, I’ve learned that clingy love isn’t weakness—it’s warmth. This post explores why needing someone isn’t desperate, it’s human. Give me the lov...

Apparently being loved too much is uncool now. Wild. After being made to feel optional, I crave the clingy ones—the ones who show up, who reach out, who make love feel like a home, not a maybe. That’s the energy.
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"Ken's Daughter" A deeply personal reflection on family, loss, and growing up feeling like an outsider in your own bloodline. Navigating grief, distance, and identity — and the ache of being known only as Ken’s daught...

Family’s weird. The ones who raised me are gone, the ones who share my blood feel like strangers, and I’m somewhere in the middle trying to make peace with both.
New blog: about loss, belonging, and learning that “home” can be people you find later. mjwynn.wixsite.com/mjunfiltered...

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Happy Halloween to the readers, dreamers, candy hoarders, and cozy chaos lovers 🎃🖤 Hope tonight treats you kindly (and maybe gives you a good scare or two).

There’s something comforting about a Discord that feels like a group FaceTime with your funniest friends. Weekly movie nights, book & football chats (Chiefs Kingdom 🫶), a chaotic Taylor Swift bot, and cozy weed-friendly vibes for millennials & elder Gen Zs 🌿

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We Don’t Hang Out Like We Used To Growing apart doesn’t always mean falling out — sometimes it’s just life shifting around you. A reflective look at friendship, distance, and learning to love people from afar, even when you don’t know...

There’s no big fallout. No drama. Just the quiet drift that happens when life splits into different timelines.

I wrote about the ache of growing apart from people you still care about — the soft grief of distance without resentment.

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The Currency of Validation After a burnout break, MJ reflects on how likes and follows have turned into modern social currency—and what it means to find real connection in a world obsessed with digital validation.

Sometimes I wonder when “sharing” online turned into performance art.
I miss when we posted for fun — not for proof of existence.
Maybe we all just want to feel seen… even if it’s through a like that expires by morning.

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Relearning Who "Me" Is I’ve been realizing lately that I don’t really know who I am anymore—or at least, not like I used to. This post is me trying to untangle that feeling, to figure out what “being myself” even means afte...

I miss the version of me who laughed too loud and wore glitter eyeliner in daylight. Somewhere along the way, I lost her—or buried her under survival mode. This week’s post is about remembering, rebuilding, and being curious about who I am now. 🖤

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Hunter Donovan learned early you don’t leave Saskatoon without scars. Years later, the city feels more like a ghost than a hometown—something he carries while the world only sees the sunglasses, the attitude, the noise.

But under all that? A story waiting to crack open. 🎸✍🏼

#BTL #DebutNovel #WIP

Golden Hours, Messy Thoughts A reflective fall blog post about slowing down, embracing comfort, and finding beauty in the small, messy moments. Cozy vibes, golden hours, and the kind of seasonal introspection that reminds you to ...

Sometimes writing isn’t about brilliance. It’s about pinning the season you’re living through—catching the shift, even if your brain feels like mashed potatoes. This week I wrote about fall’s strange comfort: golden light, messy thoughts, slowing down. 🍂

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The Things I Notice I notice the little things—who shows up, who doesn’t, and how it shapes my life. A reflective, late-night journal-style post about friendship, support, and learning to value the people who truly celeb...

Noticing is my toxic trait. I don’t mean to keep score, but silence is loud. A shrug hits different when you needed a “holy shit, I’m proud of you.” This week’s post is about the little things—and why they aren’t little at all.
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Something’s brewing. ⚡ A city you know… a life you thought was steady… and someone returning with more baggage than anyone expects. 🎸🖋️ Sparks fly, boundaries blur, and everything changes. 🖤 #SmallTownRomance #RockstarRomance #BookTease #WIP

Experiencing the Eras Tour Without Being There Couldn’t attend the Eras Tour? Same. Thanks to Swifties livestreaming every night, I still lived the magic—blurry screens, big screams, pure joy.

I wasn’t in a stadium. No sequins, no bracelets, no floor seats. But I still felt the Eras Tour—the goosebumps, the chaos, the collective screams—through livestreams and comment sections. That’s the magic of community. New post: mjwynn.wixsite.com/mjunfiltered...

Choosing Comfort, Choosing Me As I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned to prioritize comfort above all else. Being autistic means systems matter—less steps, more ease. In this post, I explore how I streamline life, choose my battles, an...

My entire adult life feels like realizing “comfort” isn’t laziness, it’s survival. Systems, shortcuts, little speedruns for daily life—it’s not weakness, it’s respect for my own bandwidth. New blog on designing life around me instead of bending myself around life. mjwynn.wixsite.com/mjunfiltered...

I’m Officially a Bookstore Ambassador! I’m officially an ambassador for my favorite local romance bookstore! After rediscovering reading last year (thanks Ana Huang), I get to rep indie romance, share a discount code, and reflect on my jou...

When I was a kid, I thought milestones would feel like fireworks. Turns out, they feel like curling up in a bookstore you love and realizing—holy shit—I get to be part of this. Pages of Passion made me their ambassador, and younger me is crying in her notebook rn.

Third Wheel or Just Tired? It’s hard being the single friend in a group with a couple. Lately, it’s felt less like I’m part of things and more like I’m just there. A late-night ramble about loneliness, friendship, and why I’ve ...

There’s a certain ache to being “with people” but not really with them. That quiet third-wheel invisibility. Lately, I’ve been learning to find presence elsewhere—even if that means creating moments on my own. New post is live.

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MJ’s Mailbox: Real Talk for Tired Creatives Feeling stuck between burnout and the urge to create? A reader writes in asking how to stay consistent as a creative when life keeps lifing—and MJ writes back.

This week’s blog is about the quiet hell of trying to “be consistent” as a creative when capitalism keeps chewing on your ankles. It’s not about producing—it’s about returning, again and again, even if all you’ve got is a whisper.

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One Year Later and I’m Still Oversharing Celebrating one year of The Pot Ponderer — a chaotic, heartfelt journey through blogging, burnout, blunts, and becoming. From late-night rambles to main character moments, here’s what a year of consis...

It’s been a year of writing about life like it’s a group chat no one asked to be in.
The Pot Ponderer was supposed to be a side project; it became my digital diary with an audience. Now I’m wondering if oversharing is my love language.

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⚠️ Disclaimer:
If you’re a legit member who got kicked, just rejoin and leave a message in the “Ask a Mod” channel — we’ll make sure you’re spared. 💖

my Discord is open: soft chaos, books, polls, and general group chat vibes 💬

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✨ note: your account needs to be 1 month old to join — spammy baby accounts ruined it for everyone, oops.

What do you do when the girl you met as a teen moves in years later like no time passed at all? You spiral a little, write about fate, queer timing, and kitchen-sharing intimacy.

Blog: The Start of Us
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Dear Diary: I Think I'm About to Do Something Reckless Again... Late-night musings on chasing a local bookstore ambassadorship, falling back in love with books, and reigniting that all‑in passion for stories, community, and midnight reading recaps.

New blog is up:

The emotional equivalent of lighting a joint while looking at a text you shouldn’t reply to but probably will.

It’s about want. And fear. And letting the chaos win (a little).
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Burnt Out, But I Don’t Want to Stop Feeling creatively burned out but unable to stop? I’m stuck between survival mode and trying to chase my dreams. Here’s an honest look at burnout, frustration, and the struggle to keep going.

Burnout can feel weirdly addictive when it’s tied to your creative identity.

“There’s a strange loyalty to overworking when your work is what you love.”

Wrote about that paradox—the part of us that knows we need rest, but still keeps going anyway.

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Past Me Was Reckless, Present Me Is Tired At 34, I’m learning that self-care isn’t bubble baths — it’s showing up for the version of me who needs peace tomorrow. This journal-style reflection explores what it means to heal, rebuild, and final...

I used to run on delusion, glitter, and impulsive decisions. Now I run on melatonin and trying to avoid another identity crisis.
New blog is up: the messy intersection of growth, burnout, and nostalgia.

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It's Not About the Couch (But It Kind of Is) A late-night spiral about roommates, shared spaces, and how the word "my" can quietly shift the energy of a home. A candid look at cohabitation, emotional territory, and why the couch shouldn’t feel l...

“MY couch.” Babe, it’s from Wayfair and we both cried on it. New post on how cohabitation turns everyone into a petty little furniture war general. 🛋️✨

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On Grief, Growth, and Becoming Someone New Reflecting on past versions of yourself can be heartbreaking—especially after deep loss. This honest journal-style entry explores grief, identity, therapy, and the quiet courage it takes to keep going...

Made a therapy appointment but haven’t gone yet, so I’m just sitting here with my ghosts and YouTube archive like a haunted millennial.

New blog’s up. If you’re grieving your past self but not quite ready to heal, I wrote this for you.

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Nobody Thinks About You as Much as You Do Ever lose sleep over a cringey moment no one else remembers? Same. This midnight journal entry dives into the spotlight effect, self-judgment, and the soft freedom of realizing no one’s keeping score ...

New blog up. It’s about that weird thing our brains do where we think everyone’s watching our every move, when really? They’re thinking about their awkward Uber convo from 2017. It’s soft, it’s human, it’s a little unhinged. Read it here: mjwynnauthor.wixsite.com/thepotponder... 🌙

Redefining Tradition in a World That Forgot Us Millennials are redefining what it means to build a life—from chosen family to therapy and soft routines. In a world shaped by burnout and broken systems, we're creating new traditions on our own term...

trying to build a life worth living in a world that feels like it glitched out halfway through loading.

the traditions we’re creating aren’t broken—they’re just ours.

new post on grief, growth, and why adulthood feels like a group project no one explained.

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A Love Letter to My Reading Era A personal reflection on losing and finding your way back to reading, featuring soul-sucking retail jobs, romance novels that hit different, and those precious moments between customers when stories b...

my reading era had me in a chokehold. pink post-its, playlists for fictional people, annotating like I’d defend them in court. if you’re mourning your inner bookworm or trying to resuscitate her—this one’s for you.

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How a Whiteboard Became My ADHD Bestie Discover how a simple whiteboard became an unexpected ADHD management tool in this raw and relatable story about finding peace with a chaotic mind. From late-night productivity spirals to morning coff...

Living with ADHD often feels like chasing thoughts in a maze. Introducing a whiteboard into my routine transformed that maze into a map. It's not just about organization—it's about reclaiming control.

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Weed Out What Doesn't Serve You A midnight reflection on choosing yourself and recognizing your worth, inspired by watching my girlfriend walk away from a toxic workplace. This personal essay explores the myth of being "stuck," the ...

There’s a special kind of high that comes from reclaiming your peace.
This one’s for the overthinkers, the loyal-to-a-fault crew, the “I can fix it” folks.

New blog on the Pot Ponderer: Weed Out What Doesn’t Serve You 🌿

Let’s smoke and unlearn.