Today was chaotic but better. I made turkey meatballs and lentils, finally ate something I wanted, and that simple act brought me joy. Family tension flared (again), but I stood my ground. I uploaded Day 11 of 30 Days of Pleasure, navigated noise, sighs, and yawns, and remembered laughter as pleasure. My book Permission to Fly is now on Audible, and I’m growing in every area, from iMovie to intuition. I’m still hoping, still believing. And today, I didn’t cry. That’s something.

Today was Mother’s Day, and it stirred up a lot: grief, longing, and fatigue. My relationships with both my mother and my son are distant, and I’m working on making peace with that. I recorded Day 10 of my audio series, started answering 55 deep questions to break the chains holding me back, and reminded myself that worth isn’t earned, it just is. I’m exhausted from surviving, from cobbling together meals, from always staying strong. But I’m still here. Still hoping. Still loving. Still letting it be.

Today reminded me how much I crave connection, even as I find strength in solitude. I returned a watch band I bought in hope, took a nap with the lights on, recorded Day 9 of my audio series, and ended up singing a Bible school song at 3 a.m. because it felt right. I’m in the teardown phase, rebuilding from the foundation up. It’s lonely, but I’m learning to shine anyway. To sing anyway. This little light of mine, I’m finally letting it shine. :)

Today I reflected on how creating feels more like play than work for me. I went to the gym, took a walk with my friend, caught up on a long-overdue video call, and recorded content that I hope helps someone feel safer in their body. I didn’t win a giveaway I was hoping for, and that stung but I still believe better things are coming. Creating, connecting and softening is how I keep showing up. Even on the quiet days. Especially on the quiet days. Because I’m building something sacred, piece by piece.

Today was a mix of softness and strain. My body’s sore from the gym, but I still showed up for yoga, my dad, and myself. I found a penny and took it as a sign, then received unexpected extra money and a McDonald’s meal on Dad’s card. I imagined my future safe space and recorded Day 7 of 30 Days of Pleasure. But I also felt the weight of living where I don’t feel free. Still, I’m growing. And I’m calling in merry, magical, marvelous movement aka growth without fear

Today felt like proof that softness is real power. I worked out hard, slowed down when I needed to, and still felt proud of how far I’ve come. I handled life with grace, from the gym and errands to manifesting a new home and completing my MBA application. I replaced a broken sign with “Today was so easy” and felt it unfold in real time. My meditations soothed me, my skincare arrived, and I’m calling in a founder’s life with clarity, love, and intention. This ease? I earned it.

I went to the gym on no sleep, napped hard, and still recorded Day 5 of 30 Days of Pleasure, which was so relaxing I fell asleep. I wrapped Shadow and Bone, got a handmade gift from a friend, and laughed at ChatGPT roasting me. I forgot shampoo (again), and I logged my first $0.10 from TikTok with genuine gratitude. My voice used to make me cringe and now it puts me to sleep in the best way. I’m tired, but I’m showing up. Always

I should have gone to bed hours ago and here I am. I didn’t make it to the gym today, but I did make it to the dentist. Deep cleaning is coming, and yeah… shots in the mouth. We’ll deal with that when it comes. I also spent time at my dad’s office, kept reading Shadow and Bone, and found myself spiraling in a curious way: asking questions, cracking jokes, even asking my AI what it really thinks of me. The answer? Hit me in ways I didn’t expect.

I talked about growing up never thinking I was “smart,” how people see me now, and the strange ways life affirms us when we stop seeking permission. It’s Day 4 of 30 Days of Pleasure, and today’s prompt was Yoga Nidra, a nervous system reset. I yawned through most of it. Maybe that means it worked.

I did my mirror work, gratitude, and 555 manifestation ritual. I imagined my new place: not from the outside, but from the inside. How it feels to be in it. What it’s like to open the fridge and see food I chose. The colors, the quiet, the joy.

I put things in motion today. Some for now, some for later. I even had a follow-up with the healer I saw last week, and I’ll keep seeing her quarterly, because healers need places to rest too.

The next place I live is calling me. And I believe it’s already on its way. Somehow, some way.

It’s Day 3 of 30 Days of Pleasure, and I gifted myself a much needed Sunday of rest. I painted, read Shadow and Bone, gave myself a chest massage (and maybe fell asleep), packed winter clothes as a manifestation step, and reflected on joy, gratitude, and what “home” feels like. From chamoy smoothies to mirror work, today was about slowing down, feeling worthy, and trusting what’s unfolding without needing to know how.

Tonight’s episode started with a late bedtime confession and turned into a vulnerable check-in about giving grace through chaos. From visualizing a dream home to uploading meditations, creating seven Canva graphics, and getting roasted by ChatGPT, I reflected on how far I’ve come and reminded myself (and you) that giving myself grace gives me life. You, my little potato, are loved—every day. Even the drowning days. Especially those.

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