Ayla and Potato3s: A Nightly Message From Your Best Friend

Today’s episode is called Pause, because that’s exactly where I am. Between plasma runs, surprise family visits, a webinar, and trying to finish my module, I hit a wall. I was hard on myself for not pushing through and then I remembered: I’ve done so much. Books. Paintings. Audio series. Growth. Healing. I’m unlearning the hustle that says I only matter when I produce. Sometimes the biggest thing I can do is pause and breathe. So if you’re tired too… you’re not broken. You’re just in a pause. And maybe that’s okay

Today I wondered, are you still my potato, or are you my angel? You’ve supported me through so much, and I just needed to say it: you don’t even know it, but you are my angel. I shared my thoughts on guilt, scarcity, and not knowing how to help others when I’m barely getting by myself. I’m trying to balance building my company, resting when I need to, and finding small joys, like getting a $3.50 room spray to protect me on Lyft rides. I only spent about $20 all week, and still felt bad for not helping more. So yeah, today was easy, but heavy too. Thank you for being here. I love you.

Today was long, and I’m learning to trust that being “delulu” might just be the solution. I’m letting my higher self lead. I’m starting a five part daily ritual: mirror work, affirmations, meditation, TikTok, and gratitude and taped a tiny Post-it to my phone as my guide. I even found an old journal called Joy Note, right on time, reminding me I’m still her: strong, creative, and meant for this. I’m scripting my way into joy and calling in 5 million YouTube subscribers just because I can. Let’s see where this new chapter takes me

Hey, my little potato 🥔💛today I felt the highs, the lows, and that weird middle space where life reminds you you’re still becoming. I had a heart dropping moment seeing my school grade listed as “27%” (spoiler: it was really a 90 😅), but it made me reflect on growth and how far I’ve come in confidence, consistency and care. I finished my ideal customer profile, posted to TikTok, meditated, and remembered that I don’t have to earn my worth through urgency. I’m in the middle of my journey, quite literally and figuratively, and I’m building gently, not frantically. Delulu is still the solulu.

YW: Yawn Warning. Please do not listen to while driving or operating heavy machinery

Hey, it’s me again, just checking in with love and a lot of yawns 😂. Today I woke up at 2:22 PM, which my body clearly needed. I got my school docs notarized (shoutout to Tony at UPS!), gave plasma, signed up to drive for Lyft, and made some simple plans for next week to stay on track.

I reflected on how turning your passion into your job might actually drain it and how my project isn’t just passion, it’s a constant, weird, obsessive inspiration cycle. I collect ideas from napkin textures to Instagram goblets and even the squishy wrap they give you at the plasma center. (Yes, I said handcuffs, don’t ask.)

I also applied to a mediumship class. I used to think it was “bad,” but I’ve given messages that truly helped people. And if I didn’t ask to be born this way, maybe it’s time I honor it.

Thank you for being here. I love you. I mean it. 🥔💛

Mercury’s rumbling in shadow, and tech knows it: my camera didn’t cooperate, school docs got stuck, and my brain felt wonky from Zumba + gelato. But I still showed up: homework done, groceries sorted, self-care prioritized. Now I’m pausing the hustle, tomorrow’s a rest day filled with painting, plasma, and peace. If Mercury’s throwing wrenches, so what? We’ll bend, adapt, and still shapeshift.

Today was a wild one. I meditated instead of checking my phone and still got yelled at. I visited an apartment, paid for a stranger’s drink, cried over denied benefits, screamed in an empty house, and turned pantry scraps into a fusion meal that somehow fed both my body and my hope.

I’m not perfect, but I’m still trying.

And even in the mess, I know this:

I got this. You got this. We got this.

I got a car. I named her Freedom.

But honestly, joy didn’t hit right away maybe because I’m still adjusting to what it means to not feel trapped.

This week, I revised my life plan (again), went to plasma, and hit 4 Pinterest pins instead of 3 (33% increase, tyvm).

I made peace with falling asleep mid-lesson and remembered: planning is not perfection, it’s permission.

I also read a post from someone who called themselves a “loser” because they’re 22 and still a virgin, and I just wanted to say:

You are not a loser. You are loved. Stay.

This week is all about belief, not just in timing or plans, but in myself. I shared how I’m soft-structuring my week with Zumba, Pinterest, project planning, and joy and how even little steps like three pins a day can stack into real momentum.

I talk about writing badly, resting intentionally, and how I’m learning to trust the version of me who buys her dad a Cybertruck. This episode is full of permission, softness, and hope.

Hey, my little potato 🥔 I love you, and just in case you forgot, I never forget about you. In today’s episode, I talk about how a regular Saturday turned into something full of sweetness, perfume spritzes, and powerful self reminders.

I share what it was like to have a mall day by myself, laugh about accidentally buying one yellow and one red watermelon 🍉, and how I turned moments of struggle into affirmations for my future. Whether it was rewriting “my dad sent me money” into “I bought my dad a Cybertruck” 🛻 or turning a $0 McChicken into “I paid for the car behind me,” I’m reprogramming my mind to believe in better, even on the tight days.

I talk about how hope is work, how effort counts even when it feels small (yes, even a Pinterest pin), and how committing, not just “trying,” makes all the difference. Because six dollars is still more than zero, and dreaming isn’t dumb, it’s preparation.

Thank you for holding space with me. I love you. Let’s do it again tomorrow. 💙