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Ah my stomach does that rumbling thing this late aftenoon. You know, the one that used to signal it was time for somee overpriced pastry from that place downtown. Oh, and yeah that was in my dreams Now,

So, about that 'hustle' I was talking about... Yeah, let's just say my focus has taken a slight detour. Or maybe, a full-on, high-speed exit off the highway of productivity. Instead of brainstorming brilliant

Yeah this could be the advanced stages of budget meal mastery. To be quite honest I’ve always been a supporter of the creative cuisine thing, but now it is more of what’s left in the pantry that won’t

So, here's the thing about reunions: they're a bittersweet reminder of how much has changed. Last night, CeCe, Raine, and Chuckie – my old night shift buddies from the BPO days – met up. Six years. Six

So, after my friends’ glorious reunion (that I missed, thanks to my 'broke era'), we did what any good former night shifters do: we took the party online. CeCe, Chuckie, and I spent hours on Messenger,

So, after that epic Messenger reunion with the old gang, things got... interesting. Chuckie, my main man, my "Max," we were chugging along, chatting pretty much every day. Normal stuff, you know?

So, last night, or rather, early this morning, I stumbled upon this YouTube video. It was Lewis Howes interviewing some dude named Joe Dispenza. The title was something like Quantum Manifestation Explained.

So, about that 'hustle' I was talking about... Yeah, let's just say my focus has taken a slight detour. Or maybe, a full-on, high-speed exit off the highway of productivity. Instead of brainstorming brilliant

Okay, so, my life is basically a broken record of still hustling or trying to, but yesterday brought a new level of... internal chaos. Someone, gifted me a bag of candies. And not just any candies, but

I made this doodle quickly my version of me as a Pudgy Penguin Okay, you guys are NOT going to believe this. Remember how I’m always dipping my toes into, like, literally anything that might magically

I drew this just now. Yeah, me doodling with no clear plan. It's this little figure in a bright yellow raincoat, totally swallowed by all this dark, shadowy underpass stuff. Honestly, when I drew it, I

Maybe it's about wanting to escape. Yeah and you definitely know why. You know like, "Beam me up, Scotty! Get me out of here!" Maybe it's about ambition. Like, reaching for the stars, even when

So last night (03312025), I reconnected with some old friends and former colleagues. It’s been, what, five years? Wild isn't it?. It’s funny how you can go that long without communicating and then, boom!

So, me, August feels like this sneaky perfect time to sit with myself and chew on all this change stuff—like, life’s always tossing curveballs, right? One minute I’m coasting, then bam, something shifts,

Alright, me, August is screaming at us to get outside and let nature do its thing—seriously, it’s like a big, green hug waiting to melt my stress away. I’m talking solace in the trees, calm in the dirt,

Lately, I’ve been mulling over resilience—how we stumble through life’s rough patches with some grit and maybe a dash of grace. It’s not about sidestepping the chaos, but facing it head-on, learning from

Hey, self, let’s dive into this creativity thing—it’s like this wild, joyful spark just waiting inside me. I keep thinking it’s not just for “artists,” you know? It’s for me, too—a way to spill out my

Hey me, let’s talk about slowing down and taking care of us, okay? Life’s zooming by, and I keep forgetting that self-care isn’t selfish—it’s how I recharge and keep my balance in this wild world. Whether

Hey me, let’s chat about gratitude—it’s like this quiet superpower that flips how I see everything. I’ve been realizing it’s not about waiting for big wins, but spotting the little stuff—like a good coffee,

Self-doubt often stems from a lack of confidence in our abilities, worth, or potential for success. It's that nagging voice in our minds that questions our decisions, abilities, and even our worthiness