Ayla and Potato3s: A Nightly Message From Your Best Friend

spent today learning, connecting, and wrestling with my own resistance to love while doing the “Prism” exercise. I infused my future energy of a life of fortune into my present self—and then spent nine hours battling myself on manifesting love. I still did it. I also got unexpected gifts, talked deeply with friends, taught someone Canva, and ended the day feeling supported and better about my life. I love you, and whatever you’re going through, you’ve got this

Today I remembered what it feels like to come back to the surface. I didn’t sleep, I didn’t do much, and I didn’t have the bandwidth to force myself—but one unexpected phone call pulled me out of the emotional fog I’ve been sinking in. I talked about grief, intuition, how comparison steals your right to feel, and why “not doing anything” is sometimes the real work. I realized I’ve been carrying old anchors—thoughts, patterns, programming—and it’s time to let them go. I’m teaching people what I’m learning myself: trust your intuition, honor your big emotions, share your stories, and let yourself rest when you need it. I’m tired, a little delirious, but I’m here. And I love you.

Today was one of those days where I woke up already fragile. I didn’t have it in me to pretend, to socialize, or to “be okay,” and I realized how much living in this house drains me. I talked about feeling ignored 80% of the time and attacked the other 20%, and how that shapes the way I move, rest, and try to heal.

I reflected on how much I’m trying to change my life—even when it feels like the more I work on myself, the worse things get—and how tired this year has made me. I admitted I needed rest, and I let myself have it.

I shared the small wins, the plans for tomorrow, the art, the workbook, the content I need to film, and how I’m planning December and next year even while feeling emotionally thin.

And I ended by admitting something hard but true: it still shocks me that someone can listen to me in these states and love me without punishment. That matters more than I can explain.

Today was quieter and heavier than I expected. Yesterday’s 86-cent moment cracked something open in me, and I’m still processing how a whole year’s worth of strength can collapse around something so small. I’m grateful… but gratitude feels complicated when you’re telling yourself you should be grateful instead of feeling it naturally.

I rested, read, ate leftover birthday pizza and cake, and let myself slow down enough to feel what I’ve been avoiding. I questioned my confidence, my work, my programs—wondering if I’m even the right person to teach anything when I still feel broken sometimes. But maybe that’s exactly why I’m the right person.

Today I didn’t produce or prove anything. I just let myself exist. And maybe that was the medicine.

A quiet birthday turns into an unexpected emotional unraveling.

I talk about being awake for almost 24 hours, falling asleep to a Reiki audio, surprise birthday calls, and reading binges.

I share the moment I had to search for 86 cents for a soda — and how that cracked something open in me.

There’s tenderness, gratitude, exhaustion, and a lot of honesty about how heavy this past year has been… and how I’m still choosing next year with hope.

Dinner with my dad, chocolate cake, tiny kindnesses, and letting myself finally cry.

Thank you for listening. I love you. I’ll talk to you tomorrow

Today was the day before my birthday, and my body forced me to slow all the way down. The cramps were brutal, so instead of pushing through like I always do, I let myself rest, watch TV, and even reread a book that reminded me why I believe in love. I realized I’ve spent years wanting to be someone worth fighting for—and maybe I finally am. I’m learning balance, intuition, and allowing myself to receive. Even my rebirth gets to happen at my pace.

Today was one of those days where I thought I didn’t do much… then realized I actually did a lot. I painted a whole new piece called High Priestess, baked lavender dark-chocolate scones (too much lavender, no eggs, not crispy—practice batch), went on the Yegi Project podcast, hit the gym, ran errands, and started saying two new wealth/manifestation mantras. I also talked Webby Award submissions, website tweaks, my upcoming workbook, and the people I’m creating it for. And yes—I finally got the laundry off my bed. I love you. Goodnight.

Today was all about the tiny shifts that somehow add up. I lost a microphone, two podcast interviews fell through, and I still didn’t take the laundry off my bed—but I made the most delicious pomegranate-cinnamon-white-chocolate scones of my life, updated my website, and actually felt excited about what I’m building. My classmate even noticed the difference. I figured out a money-saving system, laughed at my own number dyslexia, and tried to appreciate the subtle good news the universe sends. Nothing huge happened, but I realized that sometimes the smallest changes are the ones that matter most.

https://youtu.be/KGw4rAI5c3s?si=gZlN3e4Hi1zX9RMP YouTube Link to the podcast I was on

Today’s episode is a softer one — a little “filler,” a little life update. I worked on my website, wrestled with DNS settings, went to the gym even though my stomach was being dramatic, and prepped for tomorrow’s podcast interview. I talk about my manifestation practice with my friend, gratitude, trying not to complain, trusting God’s timing, and figuring out next steps while living at home. I also share what I’m baking this week, my upcoming travel plans, and how even the simple, uneventful days matter. Not every episode has to be a breakthrough — sometimes it’s just showing up. And I did.

Link to the podcast episode I was on that I mentioned

https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/im-too-busy/id1834196477?i=1000737000043

In this episode, I talk through a long night of honesty, healing, and big realizations. After a tough interaction last night, my sister and I ended up diving into my 40-Day Transformation journal. It opened both of us up in unexpected ways. I also share what I’m manifesting for my birthday, why this year feels different, and how painting helped me reconnect to my purpose. This episode is about building myself back up with love, boundaries, and vision—one day, one page, one painting at a time