Ayla and Potato3s: A Nightly Message From Your Best Friend

Today felt… lackluster. I didn’t touch my workbook, not because I’m lazy, but because I didn’t have the emotional bandwidth. I tried to honor that instead of powering through like I used to. I hung out with the dog — my little shadow — and honestly, her love was the best part of my day. I treated myself to cupcakes after a hilariously chaotic DoorDash saga, had my workshop, and reminded myself it’s okay to have off days. Not every day is 24k gold. Some days are just… dull, and that’s human. I love you, and we’ll try again tomorrow.

Today I realized I’m actually the product. I talk about scrapping a year-long program I don’t have the bandwidth for, and instead building a “becoming” workbook from my own podcast episodes—using my life as the class. There’s a dog who knows my perfume schedule, a new painting for the cover, and a reminder that if God’s got me and I’ve got you, then we’ve got us.

Today I worked on my workbook and only made it through three months before realizing the structure was off and needed revisions. I experimented by going live on YouTube for the first time in years and even streamed on YouTube and TikTok at the same time. Two people joined on TikTok and someone asked for my YouTube channel, which felt encouraging even though YouTube is slow to pick up again.

I’m doing my best to stay steady, keep creating, and not spiral even when progress feels slow. I’m still proud of myself for showing up, creating, and trying new things. I love you — thank you for being here with me through all of it.

Today was an experiment in showing up—even when nothing went to plan. My workshop had zero attendees, but I still presented the whole thing like people were watching. Then I had to pitch my business to my class and fully expected a red light… and somehow didn’t get one. A classmate suggested moving my workshops onto YouTube so everything lives in one place, and that lit something up in me. I even made a new short video and actually advertised it everywhere like a real grown-up content creator.

I cooked, I wore my robe and rollers to class (don’t ask), and I realized I really am in an experimentation season. I’m learning to be proud of myself for trying, not just succeeding. And honestly? Having someone who listens without judgment changes everything.

Today felt deliciously delightful in the most ordinary, magical way. I cooked beautiful eggs, accidentally ate all my dinner because it was too good, wandered the park, and then hosted my workshop—which people actually loved and want to come back to.

I’m figuring out my program, my workbook, my website, payments, and how to trust the weird divine timing of everything.

I talked about 2025 being a year of endings, what we’re shedding, and why community matters. I’m proud of myself for showing up, experimenting, and letting this be my messy first draft.

December’s theme? Deliciously Delightful.

I’m claiming that energy for the whole month.

See you tomorrow, my little potato.

Today I talk about letting myself have a spectacular day on purpose — with a little help from the universe, a spicy affirmation, and a bagel that changed my life. I share a new way I’m using “affirm-questions” to rewrite my subconscious, why cooking with whatever’s in the fridge feels like therapy, and how joy shows up in the smallest places (like mystery meals and picky sandwich quests).

It’s a simple day, but a meaningful one — and a reminder that standards aren’t rules… they’re energy. And choosing mine makes everything feel lighter

Today was unexpectedly spectacular. I woke up at 10 AM because my brother accidentally locked my dog out of the room, which honestly set the tone for the kind of day it was—slow, gentle, and a little funny. I took her to the park, met new people, gave skincare advice, and somehow ended up shocking strangers with the fact that I'm 46… even though I've “only been 46 for a week.”

Most of the day was simple things that brought me back into my body: eating my favorite sandwich, watching dogs make friends, walking through the city, taking a nap because gluten betrayed me, getting Hello Kitty socks from my brother, and planning tomorrow’s little adventures. I talked to new people, saw familiar faces, and felt like part of the neighborhood.

I also shared why IV therapy matters to me—it’s tied to an old childhood hospital memory, and doing it now feels like reclaiming something that once scared me. Today reminded me that rest is also progress. Sometimes healing looks like naps, bagels, dogs, and remembering that I'm safe now.

Today was just… a travel day. I slept an hour and fifteen minutes, somehow still made the plane, and the dog nearly lost her mind with joy when she saw me — literal scream-yelping, spinning, blocking-the-door energy.

I walked her, avoided repeating last trip’s Poop Disaster, ate half of a skyscraper sandwich, accidentally took a three-hour nap, forgot to text my dad that I landed, and then ended up on a call with my mentor admitting I did none of my tasks from last week.

Dinner was basically a tasting menu of “why is the marinara cold?” followed by pizza strategy and dessert opinions I felt very strongly about. I ended the night walking the dog, meeting a lady in the park, and remembering I have homework, a workshop, a one-year program launch, and a life I need to get settled into… eventually.

Today was simple. A little chaotic. A little sweet. A little tired. But I made it. And I’m grateful you’re here listening.

In this Thanksgiving episode, I ramble my way through the sweetest little day: the donut shop was open (yes, I got the last boudin kolache), the heater betrayed me, and I somehow turned a 4 a.m. wakeup into a three-hour nap. I cooked dinner with my family, put up the Christmas tree, and laughed at my dad declaring I’ll be married by next year—because apparently he’s been praying for my husband since I was born. I also unpack some money beliefs I grew up with and how shifting them is part of closing out my old timeline. Mostly, it’s just me being grateful you’re here listening when I was raised being told to be quiet. I love you.

In today's episode, I'm basically half-asleep, half-frozen, and somehow fully reflective. I woke up at 4 a.m. on Thanksgiving after accidentally crashing at 8 p.m. with my dad turning the lights off for me. I talk about travel prep for New York, craving donuts, pulling my daily Oracle card (“answer the call”), dreaming way too vividly, and realizing why morning people like mornings.

I didn’t do anything dramatic today—just rested, wandered through my thoughts, and remembered again how healing it is to speak freely. I’m grateful for you, for this space, and for the quiet truth that everything always works itself out.

Link to the podcast I was on https://youtu.be/rinI7YlEx-Q?si=2CteD8YhGZfDzv--