SHAKE IT OFF
The world has shifted.
Once again.With Trump’s return to office, we enter a year that pulls at us, challenges us, refuses to allow spectators. What remains? What fades? What do we shed because it no longer carries us?I threw Christmas trees through the air. Not out of anger, but out of movement, out of release. Because letting go does not happen sitting still. Because some things need to be cast off with force. Because sometimes, one’s place in the world must be reclaimed.This year demands exactly that. Not just words, not just reflection, but the act of being present. Of taking part in life, even when thoughts are heavy, even when everything calls for retreat. Even when the weight of things presses one to the ground.The words are there. Song lyrics, sentences, fragments. They surface when I am not sinking into the snow or freezing my fingers on the camera. The cold cuts, sharpens, clarifies. And while everything outside turns rigid, I feel something inside me remain alive. Perhaps that is the only direction.The Zeitgeist presses. It shapes, shifts, demands adaptation—but it also endures resistance. Perhaps it is not the grand gestures that define our time, but persistence. The unwavering act of being here. The preservation of aliveness—even in the cold.
The year’s rolled in, but I’m still here,
Dragging last year’s weight, shedding fear.
No big plans, no shiny dreams,
Just me, my hustle, and my own schemes.
Who says I need a script to play?
I’m freestyling my own damn way.
No ceilings, nah, I break through,
watch this space – I’m coming through.
Shake it off, burn it down,
No more waiting, I run this town.
Life’s too short for staying small,
Big moves only, I want it all.
No grand design, just vibes and flames,
Here’s to a year where I change the game.
They said, „Pipe down, know your place,“
But I’ve got big dreams they can’t erase.
No road map, just guts and grit,
My city, my rules, I’m owning it.
We rise, we roar, we don’t back down,
The deadlines press, I’ll wear the crown.W
No limits, nah, it’s ours to take,
We’re queens in kicks, make no mistake.
Shake it off, burn it down,
No more waiting, I run this town.
Life’s too short for staying small,
Big moves only, I want it all.
No grand design, just vibes and flames,
Here’s to a year where I change the game.
They call us ‘extra,’ but we don’t care,
We’re flipping scripts, we’re everywhere.
This one’s for the ones who hustle hard,
Who turn their scars into battle cards.
Shake it off, burn it down,
No more waiting, I run this town.
Here’s to the women who break the mold,
To power, grit, and hearts of gold.
No grand design, just fire and flair,
Here’s to a year where we take it there.