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
This episode includes discussions of family conflict, emotional abuse, accusations around sexuality, past sexual trauma, pregnancy, yelling, and references to being physically hit. Please listen with care and take breaks if you need to. Your nervous system matters
Today unraveled in ways I didn’t expect. I spent the morning with my dad at his office, talked with my sister, dreamed up a workshop I’m excited about, and ran errands with a single $10 bill that somehow covered everything. But the day ended in a blowout with my mom — all starting with steak knives in a drawer. Old wounds came up, things were said, and I stood up for myself louder than I wanted to. I’m not proud of all of it, but I’m human, and I’m learning. My sister and I talked afterward, and I know tomorrow will be better. Thank you for listening.
I went swimming today and accidentally did 31 minutes instead of 30, created a new stroke I’m calling “floating butterfly,” and ended up talking to a stranger in the spa for an hour and a half. He reminded me I’m on the right path, and my dad surprised me by offering to buy me a new laptop. I’m proud of my website progress, my journaling, and how aligned my week felt. Everything is unfolding exactly how it should — including meeting you here.
Today I rambled with a warm neck, a cold body, and a very confused thermostat — but I also finished the first draft of my website, updated my journal, and worked out even though I was exhausted. I’m learning to slow down, honor my pace, and stop stressing my body into holding onto this cortisol belly. Tomorrow I meet with my mentor, eat my little protein yogurt, and finally go swimming. I’m overwhelmed but proud of myself… and grateful you’re here with me through all of it.
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Today felt like a return to alignment. I got my mammogram, met a sweet Persian tech, treated myself to pizza and Dr. Pepper, crushed my dead hang at the gym, and recorded a beautiful podcast conversation. I journaled, doodled smiley faces, and felt proud that my art journal turned out even better than I imagined. Someone who bought it told me it helped them let go of perfectionism — and that made my whole day. Life feels easy again, like divine timing is quietly working behind the scenes.
Today I talked about what ease and divine timing actually look like in real life — the messy, funny, unexpected kind. From doodling circles and squares in my “40 Days to Transformation” journal to discovering new ways to flow, I realized even simple things can teach patience, efficiency, and trust. I shared wins like my 9% dead-hang increase, my first persimmon (never again with the skin!), and someone ordering my journal on TikTok. Life keeps reminding me: what’s mine truly comes with ease and divine timing.
Today felt like a cosmic test I didn’t sign up for. I held a 34-second dead hang at the gym — small win — but then spent the rest of the day wrestling with tech issues, delays, and my own frustration. Three calls to TransUnion, a spiritual practice that left me questioning if I did it wrong, and a random rap song from my “song of the day” ritual that made zero sense.
It was one of those days that makes you ask, “Am I being tested or guided?”
And maybe both.
Because even when things didn’t go right, I still showed up. I still tried. I still listened for direction — even when it felt quiet.
So if you’re having one of those days too, maybe this is your reminder:
Balance doesn’t mean peace. It means persistence.
Today was calls on calls on calls — friend calls, class calls, even a doctor call. I got my thyroid results back (turns out 75 was too much 😅), tried on new swimsuits, cooked, did readings, turned in homework, and still found time to manifest being paid for my creativity. Somewhere between the calls, I remembered that healing doesn’t have to be complicated — sometimes it’s as simple as reminding myself and others: you are more than enough.
Today was one of those quietly full days that didn’t feel like much until I said it out loud — class, painting, thank-you emails, a nap, tomato-soup cake, and a few new manifestations. I’m learning how to honor rest, hydration, and creativity the same way I honor progress. I dreamed about future book deals and let myself exist in the middle of figuring it all out. I love you, and I’m proud of both of us for just being here — learning, doing, trying.
Today I got both journals—40 Days to Transformation and 369 Days of Luck, Blessings and Love —fully fixed, formatted, and published (finally!). I talk about Adobe chaos, Canva breakthroughs, and how proud I am for figuring it all out. Then I share my new weekly “numbers experiment,” a little life structure with meaning behind each day, plus my next art + website goals. It’s been a big, productive, heart-full day. I love you.
369 Days of Luck, Blessings and Love https://a.co/d/arIswD1
40 Days To Transformation https://a.co/d/fy649of
Today was a good day — even when things went sideways. The gym closed, red-light therapy died mid-session, and still, I kept smiling. I resized journals, wrote a new letter to my readers, did two podcast interviews (one with 125K listeners!), and somehow felt lighter by the end of it all. I even got invited onto another show — he found me! I’m learning clarity, living my wishes, and disappearing beautifully in meditation. You’re gonna feel the joy in this one. 💫