Ayla and Potato3s: A Nightly Message From Your Best Friend

Today I got bold: I launched a tiny pre-order/fundraiser for a sound-reducing “scream mask,” posted it everywhere, and practiced asking people to back the idea. I offered healing to someone’s hospitalized family member (they declined and that’s OK), kept showing up for auditions and school, and reminded myself that being myself will mean some people won’t get it. Still, I keep doing because fortune favors the bold.

Here’s the link to the video on YouTube https://youtube.com/shorts/Cty020HBLFM?si=H1LRo5oFzkKn84ba

I’m tired but still showing up : dentist appointment, gym, rehearsals, and a lot of little wins. I practiced scripts in the car, recorded a silly commercial voice and actually posted it (big step), turned in auditions and school work, and practiced gratitude by counting recent value that’s come in. I’m juggling bills and tech glitches, but I’m choosing rest when my body needs it and trusting the experiment: fortune favors bold, even on slow days.

Today I showed up bold by turning in auditions, assessments, and exploring new ways to use my gifts, from tarot to Reiki. I even considered reaching out to help someone publicly battling illness, not for clout but because I know healing works. Fortune really does favor the bold.

Today I reflected on boundaries, my quirks, and the little rituals that keep me sane. A classmate reminded me of my “unfair advantage”, living with high-functioning ADHD and OCD and how it shapes the way I move through the world. I ranted about socks, silence, and family pushing limits, but also celebrated my wins: recording my assessment, journaling my future self, and asking the universe, “What’s the most money I can receive today?” Even with my stomach singing, I’m grateful.

Today I honored my future self by setting boundaries. I journaled on who I’m becoming, painted my next book cover, and remembered: the current version of me can’t go with me into the future. She’s not years away, she’s vibrations away.

On 9/11, I took myself on a date: lunch at Luby’s, a movie, and time to honor life. I received a healing for love, released guilt from past relationships, and remembered: real love doesn’t ask me to shrink. Today, I feel lighter, in my power.

Today I took it easier, I sent emails for my company, bought my website, and did thumb-pulling six times without gagging. I cried over my friend’s song, trusted tarot for encouragement, and read my manifesting letter out loud. Rest, progress, and love all flowed together.

Here’s the link to the YouTube video with my friend singing: https://youtube.com/shorts/jUGWLqnJBnc?si=7vM5zhkSkWKp7dGj

On four hours of sleep, I still kept my word: rehearsed monologues, wrote in all three books, resubmitted my guided journal, and decided to publish Love in a Hopeless Place. I’m learning self-love, proud of my progress, and standing in my power.

Today I leaned into acting, rehearsed monologues, and uploaded two to YouTube. I made space for school and writing too. I stretched, breathed, and kept reminding myself that God’s in control, not me. Opportunities are coming, and I’m choosing abundance, even with little in my bank.

I saw today as quiet, yet it woke me up: my classmate showed me why my company is built on loyalty, not cash grabs. I read 152 pages, remembered past loves, laughed at old farts, and realized that love keeps seeing me before I do.