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Here, you’ll discover musings, poetry, and reflections inspired by the world around me. Writing isn’t just a passion; it’s the rhythm of my soul, the way I connect, express, and breathe.
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Back in 2008, in my second year of college, I had a t-shirt with the words “Haters gon’ hate, potatoes gon’ potate, alligators gon’ alligate” printed across it. What started as a funny phrase quickly became an inside joke among me and my friends. It rolled off our tongues effortlessly, like one of those phrases that just made sense without needing much thought.
At the time, I never really deeply analyzed it—why would I? The surface-level meaning was enough. “Haters gon’ hate” was a phrase already embedded in everyday speech, especially in AAVE (African American Vernacular English). It was simple: people who dislike you for no reason will always find a reason to dislike you. That’s just what they do. We said it, laughed about it, and moved on.
But today, for some reason, the phrase randomly came to mind. And in the true millennial fashion, I had to tweet about it:
Folks will be folks, and nature will be nature. Don’t let anyone ruffle your feathers.
And that’s when it really hit me—this phrase holds more wisdom than I ever gave it credit for.
At first glance, the phrase is just a playful way of saying that things will do what they were meant to do. But if you sit with it for a moment, you realize it’s a reflection of human nature, resilience, and acceptance.
Haters gon’ hate – People who are negative will always find something to be negative about. It’s not about you, it’s about them.
Potatoes gon’ potate – Potatoes just do what potatoes do. They grow, they get cooked, and they end up as whatever they need to be—fries, mashed potatoes, chips. They don’t stress, they don’t complain. They simply exist.
Alligators gon’ alligate – Alligators have survived for millions of years because they do what they do best: stay focused, stay patient, and strike when necessary. They don’t waste energy proving themselves to anyone.
At its core, this phrase is about acceptance and self-assurance. It’s a reminder that:
People will be who they are, and you can’t control them. Trying to change a hater’s mind is like telling an alligator to stop lurking in the water—it’s pointless. Instead of wasting energy on negativity, focus on what truly matters.
You don’t have to react to everything. Not everything deserves your time, your energy, or your emotions. Sometimes, the best response is to keep doing you, just like a potato doesn’t question its purpose.
Stay in your lane and trust your process. If alligators worried about what turtles or frogs thought of them, they wouldn’t be one of the most resilient creatures in existence. Keep doing your thing, no matter what others say.
This phrase is more than just a funny saying—it’s a mindset. The next time you feel frustrated with negativity, doubt, or unnecessary drama, remind yourself:
You’ve finally done it. You’ve made the difficult but necessary decision to cut ties with someone toxic in your life. It might have been a spouse, a friend, a colleague, or even a family member. And now, here you are—standing on the other side.
But it still feels surreal, doesn’t it? Every so often, you catch yourself wondering, “Did I do the right thing? What if I was too harsh? Should I reach out and see how they’re doing?”
It’s normal to feel this way. After all, walking away from someone who was a significant part of your life, no matter how toxic, is a huge change. But here’s the truth: You made the right choice. You chose yourself, your peace, and your well-being. And that is something to be proud of.
Still, it’s not uncommon to feel a void or even a strange sense of longing. Not because you miss the toxicity, but because the absence of their chaos can feel unsettling. Let’s explore why this happens, how to navigate it, and how to thrive as you move forward.
WHY YOU MIGHT MISS A TOXIC PERSON
When you leave a toxic relationship, it’s natural to experience conflicting emotions. You might feel relieved, free, and empowered one moment, only to feel lonely, guilty, or even nostalgic the next. Here’s why:
1. Familiarity Breeds Comfort
Humans are creatures of habit. Even when a relationship is harmful, it becomes familiar. You knew what to expect—whether it was criticism, manipulation, or drama. Now, with that person gone, your brain is adjusting to the unfamiliar quiet.
Activity: Take a moment to reflect. Write down the routines or interactions you miss. Are they truly things you enjoyed, or were they just familiar? This exercise can help you differentiate between genuine loss and the discomfort of change.
2. Emotional Conditioning
Toxic individuals often manipulate you into believing that you need them. They may have eroded your self-confidence or made you feel dependent on their approval. Even after you leave, those emotional imprints can linger.
Ask Yourself:
Did they make me feel like I couldn’t succeed without them?
Was I constantly seeking their validation?
How did their presence affect my self-esteem?
Now, challenge those thoughts. You are capable, worthy, and complete on your own.
3. Guilt and Societal Pressure
If the toxic person was a family member or a long-term partner, you might feel guilty for walking away. Society often tells us to “forgive and forget” or to “keep the peace.” But remember, forgiveness doesn’t mean allowing someone to continue hurting you.
Affirmation: I have the right to protect my peace and well-being. Choosing myself is not selfish—it is necessary.
4. Loneliness
Let’s be honest, loneliness can be tough. The absence of someone, even if they were toxic, can leave a void. But loneliness is also an opportunity for growth and self-discovery.
Reframe Your Thinking: Instead of viewing loneliness as something negative, see it as a chance to reconnect with yourself. What hobbies, interests, or passions have you neglected?
HOW TO MOVE ON AND THRIVE
Now that you’ve let go of the toxic person, the next step is healing and rediscovering who you are without their influence. Here’s how you can do that:
1. Create New Routines
Filling the void left by a toxic person can be challenging, but it’s also an opportunity to build a life that reflects your values and desires.
Try This:
Start your day with intention. Set a small goal each morning that brings you joy—whether it’s a walk, journaling, or listening to your favorite music.
Explore new hobbies. Have you ever wanted to learn a new language, take up painting, or start a fitness routine? Now is the time.
2. Set Boundaries and Stick to Them
Toxic people often try to re-enter your life, especially if they sense you’re moving on. Be prepared to set and maintain firm boundaries.
Practice Saying No:
“I appreciate your message, but I need space to focus on my healing.”
“I’m not ready to reconnect, and I need you to respect that.”
Remember, you don’t owe anyone access to your life.
3. Build a Support System
Healing doesn’t have to be a solo journey. Surround yourself with people who uplift and support you.
Who Can You Turn To?
Trusted friends or family members
Support groups or online communities for people healing from toxic relationships
A therapist or counselor who can provide guidance and tools for healing
Pro Tip: Join online forums or social media groups focused on healing and personal growth. Sometimes, connecting with others who have been through similar experiences can be incredibly validating.
4. Prioritize Self-Care
Self-care isn’t just about spa days and bubble baths (though those are great too!). It’s about nurturing your mind, body, and spirit.
Self-Care Ideas:
Physical: Exercise, eat nourishing foods and get enough sleep.
Emotional: Journal your thoughts and feelings. Practice mindfulness or meditation.
Creative: Express yourself through art, writing, or music.
Journal Prompt: What does self-care look like for me? How can I incorporate more of it into my daily life?
5. Rediscover Your Identity
Toxic relationships often overshadow your sense of self. Now is the time to reconnect with who you are.
Reflect on These Questions:
What makes me happy?
What are my values and beliefs?
What kind of life do I want to build for myself?
FINDING PEACE IN THE SILENCE
At first, the quiet may feel uncomfortable. But over time, it will become your sanctuary. In the absence of their negativity, you’ll begin to hear your own thoughts more clearly. You’ll start to trust yourself again. And most importantly, you’ll realize that peace isn’t something to fear—it’s something to cherish.
Visualization Exercise: Close your eyes and imagine a life where you feel safe, loved, and at peace. What does that look like? How does it feel? Hold onto that vision—it’s your new reality in the making.
MOVING FORWARD
There will be moments when you look back. Moments when you wonder if you made the right choice. In those moments, remind yourself of this truth:
You deserve peace. You deserve happiness. You deserve to be surrounded by people who uplift and respect you.
Walking away from someone toxic is an act of courage. It’s a declaration that you value yourself and your well-being. And while the journey may be difficult, the freedom, peace, and joy you gain are worth every step.
Keep moving forward. Your best days are ahead of you.
Now, I invite you to take a small step today.
What is one thing you can do right now to nurture your healing? Write it down. Then do it. Your future self will thank you.
Thanksgiving morning on this side didn’t exactly begin with the warm, cozy vibes you’d expect. No smell of roasting turkey, no cheerful holiday music. Instead, it started with me launching into a coughing fit that probably made my neighbors question if I was trying to communicate with them through ‘Morse code.’
The flu, which had been quietly lurking for days, decided today was the perfect moment to make its grand entrance. My voice? A mix between a broken accordion and a goose with feelings. My nose? Let’s just say it’s been putting in overtime as a faucet.
I had plans today. Real, social plans. You know, mingling, eating delicious food, pretending I’m better at small talk than I actually am. But as I stood in front of the mirror, looking like a combination of sleep deprivation and bad decisions, I knew: plans were canceled. Instead, I wrapped myself in a blanket, grabbed a mug of hot tea, and surrendered to the soothing, judgment-free arms of Netflix. No house party, just a couch and my growling collection of used tissues.
The kids, of course, have been troopers. Well, mostly. They’ve been asking about Moana 2 for what feels like an eternity. “Mom, are we still going this weekend? Do you think we’ll get popcorn? How many more days?” It’s like living with tiny event planners who only care about animated island adventures. I reassured them with the confidence of a mom holding it together with tea and hope: Yes, we’re going. Flu or no flu, we are going.
Because, come on—if Moana can sail across the ocean to save her people, surely I can make it to the movie theater, armed with a bottle of hand sanitizer and a box of tissues. But… who am I kidding? I really hope I feel better by then. The last thing I want to do is be that person spreading germs in a packed theater. “Welcome to the movies! Here’s your popcorn and a side of flu.” No thanks.
For now, we’re making the best of it. Dinner plans? Let’s just say they’re flexible. My youngest and I aren’t exactly turkey superfans. Turkey’s fine—it’s respectable—but if it vanished from the holiday menu, we’d move on pretty quickly. My oldest, on the other hand, is a turkey loyalist through and through. Thanksgiving without turkey? Blasphemy. So, we’re making both: a turkey for the traditionalist and something less bird-centric for the rest of us. It’s a bit chaotic, a bit nontraditional, but it’s ours.
And honestly, that’s what Thanksgiving is really about. It’s not about a perfectly set table or a meal that looks like it belongs in a magazine. It’s about showing up however you can and finding joy in the little moments. The messy, imperfect, “we’re doing our best” moments.
Gratitude is kind of like a secret weapon. It has this magical way of turning everything around. When you focus on what you have instead of what you don’t, the constant buzzing of “not enough” starts to fade. The mind, which usually runs like it’s late for a very important date, slows down. You realize that even in the chaos, even with the flu, there are things to be thankful for. A warm home. Kids who make you laugh between sneezes. The promise of better days—and maybe some popcorn with a side of Moana.
To anyone spending Thanksgiving alone—by choice or circumstance—you are seen. Solitude isn’t a void; it’s a space. A space to rest, reflect, and reconnect with yourself. If all you did today was exist quietly, that’s enough. You don’t have to justify it or explain it. Sometimes, choosing peace over a crowded room is the best thing you can do for yourself.
To those navigating grief this holiday season, I see you. The holidays have a way of shining a spotlight on everything we’ve lost, and it can feel overwhelming. Be gentle with yourself. Grief doesn’t have a timeline, and there’s no right or wrong way to move through it. If today feels heavy, that’s okay. You’re allowed to feel it all—the sadness, the joy, the in-between.
There’s so much pressure to make holidays look a certain way. To show up, smile, and be the life of the party. But here’s a little secret: It’s perfectly okay to skip the party, to choose rest over noise, to stay home in your pajamas and let the day be as simple as it needs to be. If today looks like tea, blankets, and a quiet house, that’s a celebration in itself.
So here I am—Thanksgiving, flu and all—wrapped in a blanket, surrounded by tissues, and waiting for this weekend’s adventure.
Grateful for kids who remind me to stay excited about small things. Grateful for a home that lets me rest. Grateful for the beauty in the imperfect moments. Grateful for quiet moments that remind me it’s okay to slow down.
Here’s to the Thanksgivings that don’t follow the script. The ones where plans change, where the turkey isn’t the star, and where gratitude sneaks in between coughs and laughter. Here’s to knowing that sometimes, rest is the most important thing you can give yourself.
And if all else fails? There’s always Moana —and an illusory trip to the sea.
While scrolling through Instagram on my lunch break, I stumbled upon a post by Dasha Kennedy, founder of thebrokeblackgirl.com.
Her words hit home. Dasha’s message is a reminder that we don’t have to conform to society’s rigid deadlines. Instead, we can shift our focus from fixed deadlines to flexible timelines. Her insight prompted me to reflect on the self-imposed deadlines we often carry and the unnecessary stress they create.
Dasha explains, “To decide which deadline to remove from your life, focus on those that cause unnecessary stress or are based on external pressures. Understand the difference between deadlines (strict targets) and timelines (flexible plans). If a timeline feels forced or stressful, it’s more than likely acting as a deadline. Consider letting it go or adjusting it.”
She also shared a list of common deadlines we might want to rethink: • Getting married by a certain age. • Purchasing a house by a specific age. • Reaching financial independence by a certain age. • Completing education by a certain age. • Starting a family by a specific age. • Achieving career advancements by a certain age. • Saving specific amounts of money by a set age. • Traveling to particular places by a set age. • Starting new business projects by a specific date. • Achieving social media goals by set dates. • Achieving fitness milestones by a certain age. • Completing home projects by specific dates. • Paying off all debts by a certain age. • Reaching specific personal growth milestones by certain ages.
Deadlines vs. Timelines: What’s the Difference?
A deadline is a rigid target, often driven by societal expectations or external pressures. It’s strict and inflexible—like a ticking clock. In contrast, a timeline is a flexible plan, a gentle guide that accommodates life’s twists and turns.
Dasha’s advice stayed with me: “If a timeline feels forced or stressful, it’s more than likely acting as a deadline. Consider letting it go or adjusting it.” This shift in mindset can make all the difference.
Rethinking Common Life Deadlines
Getting Married by a Certain Age
We’ve all heard it: “You should be married by 30.” But relationships don’t come with a timer. Whether you find love early, later in life, or choose not to marry at all, your worth isn’t tied to your relationship status. Focus on building meaningful connections, whether or not they lead to marriage.
Buying a House by a Certain Age
Homeownership is often seen as a milestone of adulthood, but it’s not a one-size-fits-all goal. Financial stability, career changes, and personal priorities all factor in. Renting or waiting doesn’t make you less successful. A home is where you feel safe and happy, whenever and however you achieve it.
Reaching Financial Independence by 30, 40, or 50
The internet glorifies early retirement and financial independence, but life isn’t always a straight path. Setbacks, emergencies, and shifting goals happen. Instead of racing to a finish line, focus on building financial habits that work for your circumstances. Progress matters more than perfection.
Finishing Your Education by a Specific Age
Whether you graduate at 22 or 52, learning has no expiration date. Returning to school later doesn’t mean failure—it means commitment to growth.
Starting a Family by a Certain Age
Starting a family is a deeply personal decision. Some have children young, others wait, and some choose not to have children at all. What matters is that your decision aligns with your values and life circumstances—not society’s timeline.
Achieving Career Success by a Certain Age
Careers aren’t linear. Some people find success early, while others take time to explore, pivot, or prioritize work-life balance. Define success on your own terms, rather than by comparing yourself to others.
Paying Off All Debt by a Certain Age
Debt can feel overwhelming, and while managing it is important, life often throws curveballs. Celebrate small wins along the way, and remember that progress is the goal.
Fitness Milestones by a Certain Age
Fitness is a lifelong journey, not a race. If you haven’t hit the gym regularly or reached certain fitness goals by a particular age, that’s okay. Your body and health evolve over time—progress at every stage is worth celebrating.
Embracing Flexibility and Grace
As Dasha emphasized, timelines are meant to guide us, not control us. Life is unpredictable, and clinging to rigid deadlines often leads to frustration, anxiety, and feelings of inadequacy. Instead, we can view timelines as flexible, adjusting them as needed and offering ourselves grace to grow at our own pace.
Letting go of the pressure to meet every milestone by a specific date creates space for personal growth, joy, and experiences that truly align with our values.
Redefining Success on Your Own Terms
Success isn’t about checking boxes on a timeline. It’s about living authentically, embracing each season of life, and finding fulfillment in your unique journey.
Take a moment to revisit the deadlines you’ve set for yourself. Ask: Are they serving me, or am I serving them?
Special thanks to Dasha for inspiring this reflection and reminding us that we have the power to set—and reset—our own timelines.
What deadlines are you letting go of? Share your thoughts in the comments—I’d love to hear how you’re embracing flexibility in your life.
I recently bought a glass pot on Amazon, one of those sleek, transparent ones that lets you see everything bubbling and brewing inside. Today, I decided to use it for the first time. As someone who loves coffee, I’ll admit it’s been a bittersweet journey transitioning away from it. Acid reflux has a way of nudging you towards better choices, and for me, that meant saying goodbye to caffeine. But in giving up coffee, I found something else—tea. Not just any tea, but an entire world of endless possibilities and creative (decaffeinated) concoctions.
What I love most about tea is its versatility. You can make it as simple or as intricate as you want, tailoring it to your mood or the moment. Since embracing tea as my daily ritual, I’ve created more recipes than I can count. Yesterday, I kept it simple with green tea and a few drops of vanilla flavoring—a subtle, soothing blend that felt like a gentle hug in a cup. But today, I decided to go all out. I reached for a hibiscus tea bag, threw in a handful of cloves, a few cardamom pods, and a stick of cinnamon. As the ingredients swirled and simmered in my new glass pot, the vibrant colors and rich aroma filled the kitchen with a warmth that felt palpable and inviting.
Watching the tea come to life, a thought crossed my mind: Just like tea, your life isn’t meant to please everyone—and that’s okay.
This reflection brewed as slowly as the tea in my pot. Just like the spices I carefully selected to create the perfect balance of flavors, each of us is a unique blend of traits, experiences, and quirks. Not everyone will savor what we bring to the table, and that’s not a reflection of our worth. It’s simply a matter of taste. Some people will prefer coffee—bold, assertive, and straightforward. Others may not crave anything at all. But none of that changes the essence of who we are. Just like my tea, simmering and unfolding with its unique character, I remain myself whether or not someone appreciates the flavor I offer.
It’s a lesson I’ve had to learn over time, one that’s come with a mix of bitter moments and sweet revelations. Growing up, I often felt the pressure to fit into molds that weren’t mine, to be liked and accepted by everyone. But trying to be everyone’s cup of tea is exhausting. It’s like diluting the rich, vibrant notes of hibiscus just to make it taste like something it’s not. In the process, you lose the very thing that makes you unique.
As I poured the tea into my favorite mug, its ruby-red hue shimmering in the light, I realized how far I’ve come in embracing this truth. Not everyone will understand your flavor, and that’s perfectly fine. What matters most is that you honor your recipe and that you stay true to the blend that makes you you. Whether it’s the warmth of cinnamon, the spice of cardamom, or the tang of hibiscus, your essence will find its way to those who truly appreciate it.
Sipping my tea, I couldn’t help but smile. This glass pot, my new tea ritual, and the journey I’ve taken to find comfort in my own blend—it all feels symbolic. Life is like a pot of tea: rich, layered, and deeply personal. Some will love it, others won’t, but your value doesn’t change based on their preferences. It remains, steady and intact, just as it always has.
So here’s to brewing a life that feels authentic. Here’s to savoring your own flavor, even when it’s not everyone’s favorite. Because at the end of the day, your worth isn’t determined by who drinks the tea—it’s in the joy of creating it.
The other day, while sitting in a cozy coffee shop, sipping some chai tea, my attention was drawn to a quote on the wall. It was by Diane Von Furstenberg, and it read:
“You know, there’s a thing about the woman across the room. You see the woman across the room, you think, ‘She’s so poised; she’s so together.’ But she looks at you and you are the woman across the room for her.”
The words struck a chord, interrupting my usual habit of letting my gaze wander, silently admiring the people around me. Just moments before, someone who seemed effortlessly chic had caught my eye, followed by another exuding calm confidence. My thoughts, as they often did, started to drift into comparisons. But this quote brought a fresh perspective: the people I admired might be looking at me the same way.
For days, the message lingered in my mind, unfolding in ways I hadn’t expected. It made me realize just how much energy was spent on comparing myself to others, often assuming they were more complete, more capable, or more poised. It’s so easy to fall into that pattern and think, She’s so much more accomplished than I am, or, I wish I had her style, her presence, her confidence. Yet Diane Von Furstenberg’s words suggest something profound: the people who inspire us might see something equally admirable in us.
This wasn’t something I wanted to merely ponder and forget—I wanted to internalize it. Over the next few weeks, I paid closer attention to those moments of self-doubt. Each time a comparison arose, I reminded myself: You’re not supposed to be like her. You’re supposed to be like you.
It wasn’t just about being kind to myself; it was about shifting how I perceived my own worth. Instead of dwelling on what I thought I lacked, I began focusing on the qualities that made me unique—the ones that aren’t always visible at a glance. The warmth of my smile, the way I can make someone laugh, the quiet resilience I’ve built over time—these are all parts of me that can’t be measured against someone else.
The process wasn’t seamless, and there were setbacks along the way. Some days, old habits crept back in, but over time, they started to lose their hold. Little by little, I learned to stop seeing myself through the lens of comparison and instead recognize the beauty and strength that are inherently mine.
After weeks of reflection and practice, I felt ready to share this experience. Living these ideas was necessary before writing about them. It’s one thing to feel a momentary spark of inspiration; it’s another to let it reshape the way you think and act.
Here’s what I’ve come to believe: there will always be a “woman across the room.” She’ll always seem poised, radiant, and effortlessly put together. But her light doesn’t diminish yours. It never could. You don’t need her kind of beauty or grace because you have your own. And perhaps she’s looking at you, noticing your magic in a way you might not even realize.
Now, whenever admiration strikes, I let it be a reminder of individuality rather than a source of self-doubt. Diane Von Furstenberg’s words have become a quiet mantra in my mind: You’re not pretty like her. You’re pretty like you.
So the next time you’re sitting in a coffee shop, mocha or tea in hand, and admiring the person across the room, pause for a moment. Remember, they might be looking at you too, wishing they had a little of your unique magic.
Comparison is a natural part of human nature. We look at the world around us, observe others, and inevitably measure ourselves against them. In the age of social media, where the highlight reels of people’s lives are constantly on display, this tendency can easily spiral into a cycle of envy and self-doubt. But what if we shifted our focus entirely? What if, instead of looking over the proverbial fence to see if someone else’s grass is greener, we dedicated ourselves to nurturing our own?
The truth is, the grass is greener where you water it. This simple yet profound idea carries a powerful reminder: the time and energy we spend tending to our own lives are what create growth and beauty. When we’re constantly distracted by how others are living, we drain ourselves of the energy needed to cultivate something meaningful for ourselves. Comparison isn’t just unproductive; it’s a thief. It steals joy, peace, and progress by redirecting our focus away from what truly matters—our own journey.
When you’re busy nurturing your own grass, there’s no room for comparison. You’re too engaged in planting seeds, pulling weeds, and watching your efforts bloom into something uniquely yours. This isn’t just about avoiding envy; it’s about fully embracing the process of growth. Growth takes time, effort, and patience. It requires you to show up consistently, even when the results aren’t immediately visible. The act of nurturing your own grass becomes a practice in self-discipline and self-love.
It’s tempting to glance over at someone else’s lawn and wonder why it looks so vibrant. But appearances are deceiving. That lush, green grass you’re envying might be astroturf. You don’t know the full story behind what you see. Maybe they’ve invested years of work, or maybe they’ve simply been good at hiding the struggles beneath the surface. Either way, their lawn has no bearing on yours. Your path, your process, and your progress are entirely your own.
When you let go of the need to compare, you open yourself to a deeper connection with your own life. You begin to notice the small victories—the way your efforts are paying off, the satisfaction of seeing growth where there was once barren ground. You start to appreciate the beauty of what you’re building, not because it outshines someone else’s, but because it reflects your hard work and authenticity.
The key to happiness and fulfillment isn’t found in measuring yourself against others. It lies in pouring your energy into what matters most to you. It’s about recognizing that your worth isn’t defined by how your life stacks up to someone else’s but by the care and intention you bring to your own. When you focus on creating something meaningful for yourself, you stop chasing after external validation. Instead, you find contentment in the process and pride in the results.
At the end of the day, what truly matters isn’t whether your grass looks greener than your neighbor’s. It’s about whether you’ve poured your heart into making it your own. True fulfillment doesn’t come from comparison; it comes from the joy of building something authentic and true to you. So, stop looking over the fence. Pick up the hose, pull some weeds, and start watering your own grass. In time, you’ll realize that the beauty you’ve been searching for was within your reach all along.
There are moments in life when doubt creeps in and makes you question your worth.
In those times, it’s easy to forget one fundamental truth: you are extraordinary, not by accident but by design.
Like a masterpiece, your value isn’t determined by perfection but by the richness of your story. The trials you’ve faced, the lessons you’ve learned, the resilience you’ve shown—these are the brushstrokes that make you who you are. Every experience, even the hard ones, adds depth and meaning. What the world might see as imperfections are the very marks of your courage and growth.
When self-doubt speaks louder than recognizing your strength in overcoming them.
Your presence in this world matters, and so does your light. You don’t have to be perfect to inspire or impact others. Just by being yourself, you bring something unique and irreplaceable. Imagine the stars—they shine brilliantly, even against the darkest skies. They don’t apologize for their light, and neither should you.
What would happen if you saw yourself through a lens of appreciation rather than criticism? What if, instead of focusing on what you think is missing, you celebrated all the ways you’ve grown, all the beauty that’s already within you? Life becomes fuller when you stop hiding and start believing in your worth.
So today, make a choice. See yourself as the treasure you are, shaped by the journey you’ve walked. Own your story, your voice, and your presence. You are not defined by what you lack but by the infinite value you hold. You are, and always will be, more than enough.
Carry that truth with you—not as a fleeting thought but as a constant reminder. Let it fuel your courage to stand tall, live boldly, and share your light with the world. Because the world needs you, just as you are.
The world often glorifies the extraordinary—filled with stories of grand achievements, viral moments, and lives that seem larger than life. These narratives dominate our screens and conversations, leaving many of us wondering if our quieter, simpler lives are somehow less valuable. But the truth is, the beauty of life often lies not in the extraordinary but in the beautifully ordinary moments we experience every day.
Consider a typical morning. The soft light filtering through the curtains, the familiar creak of the floorboards underfoot, the steam curling upward from a freshly brewed cup of coffee. These moments seem mundane at first glance, almost invisible in their simplicity. But they are also profoundly comforting. They anchor us in a world that often feels chaotic and unpredictable. There is a quiet magic in the routines we take for granted, a rhythm that hums gently beneath the surface of our days, reminding us that even in the smallest things, there is meaning.
Routines are often dismissed as boring, as the stuff we do while waiting for life’s big moments. But this perspective misses the deeper truth: routines are the backbone of our lives. They provide structure, stability, and a sense of purpose. When we think of the most cherished memories, they are often woven into the fabric of these routines. The smell of pancakes on a Sunday morning, the evening ritual of saying goodnight to loved ones, or the daily walk that clears the mind and refreshes the soul. These moments may seem small, but they hold us together. They are the quiet acts of care we perform for ourselves and those around us.
Life’s ordinary moments are also where connection thrives. A quick smile from a stranger on a busy street, a text message from a friend just checking in, or the simple joy of sharing a meal with family. These interactions, though brief, are what make us feel seen, valued, and understood. I remember a story shared by my aunt, reflecting on her years of marriage. She said her favorite memory wasn’t a grand vacation or a milestone celebration—it was the way her husband brought her tea every morning for thirty years. “It wasn’t just tea,” she said. “It was love, poured in a cup.” That daily gesture, so simple and ordinary, spoke volumes about the depth of their relationship.
There’s an undeniable richness to these small moments of connection. They remind us that we are part of something larger, a mosaic of relationships that give our lives depth and meaning. No matter how ordinary our lives may feel, they are intertwined with the lives of others in ways that are deeply profound.
To truly appreciate the beauty of an ordinary life, we must learn to be present. In a world that constantly pulls us forward—toward the next task, the next goal, the next big thing—it takes courage to pause and simply be. But in those pauses, we discover that life’s beauty is not something we have to chase. It’s already here, in the sound of laughter, the feel of sunlight on our skin, the quiet moments we share with ourselves or others. Presence transforms the mundane into something sacred. A walk becomes a journey of discovery, as we notice the crunch of leaves underfoot, the whisper of the wind, or the colors of the sky shifting at dusk.
Being present doesn’t require grand gestures or perfect circumstances. It’s about paying attention, about truly seeing and savoring the life we are living. When we stop to notice, we find that even the simplest things—a kind word, a shared laugh, a moment of stillness—are overflowing with beauty and significance. The extraordinary is hidden in plain sight, waiting to be uncovered in the ordinariness of everyday life.
Embracing the ordinary doesn’t mean abandoning ambition or ignoring the special moments that come our way. It means recognizing that these extraordinary moments are built on the foundation of the ordinary. A loving relationship is not defined by a single grand gesture but by the countless small acts of care and kindness shared over time. A meaningful career is not the result of one big break but the accumulation of consistent effort, day after day. A fulfilling life is not a highlight reel of exceptional events but a tapestry of small, ordinary moments that, together, create something truly extraordinary.
If you want to begin celebrating the beauty of your own ordinary life, start small. Take a moment each day to reflect on the little things that bring you joy—a favorite song, the warmth of your favorite sweater, the way the light dances across the room. Find rituals that ground you and give meaning to your routines, like lighting a candle during dinner or taking a few minutes to breathe deeply before starting your day. Limit multitasking and focus on being fully present in each activity, whether it’s eating, walking, or simply sitting in silence. Connect with nature, even in small ways, by stepping outside and feeling the grass under your feet or watching the clouds drift by.
When we learn to cherish these small, ordinary moments, we begin to see that they are not small at all. They are the essence of life itself. And when we look back on our lives, it’s often these moments—the shared meals, the quiet mornings, the small gestures of love—that stand out. They are the moments that linger in our hearts, reminding us of what truly matters.
So let us not wait for the extraordinary to feel alive. Let us embrace the beauty of the lives we are living right now. Because when we do, we discover that an ordinary life is not ordinary at all. It is a masterpiece of moments, each one precious, each one enough. It is in the quiet rhythm of an ordinary life that we find the deepest, most enduring joy.
In the quiet of my soul, a gentle truth whispers: I am God’s sweetheart.
This simple yet profound statement is an anchor in a world that often tries to redefine who I am. To be God’s sweetheart means being cherished, loved beyond comprehension, and held in the tender hands of a Creator who shaped me with purpose.
I imagine God’s workshop, where I was crafted—not hurriedly or carelessly, but with a love so deep that every detail of my being was infused with divine intention. My soul? Made of gold, a reflection of His glory. My spirit? Flowing with milk and honey, symbols of abundance, purity, and sweetness. And then, the secret spices—His finest touch, unique to me, fragrant and mysterious, signifying the parts of me that no one else can replicate.
Gold is precious, unyielding, and radiant. It doesn’t tarnish but glows brighter under refining fire. Like gold, I am resilient. Trials may come to test and refine me, but they reveal the beauty and strength within. This gold isn’t just for me to admire—it’s a reflection of God’s light, meant to shine brightly for others to see.
Milk symbolizes nourishment, sustenance, and growth. Honey represents sweetness, joy, and delight. Together, they paint a picture of a life overflowing with God’s provision. Even when the world feels harsh, this inner flow reminds me that my source is divine, unshaken by circumstance.
Oh, the secret spices. These are the whispers of uniqueness, the quiet affirmations that there is no one like me. The spices are the talents, quirks, dreams, and stories that God tucked into my being. They are the essence that makes me stand out, the fragrance that lingers when I leave the room.
To walk in the knowledge that I am God’s sweetheart is to walk with my head high, my heart open, and my spirit at peace. It’s a bold declaration against a world that sometimes tries to strip me of worth. When doubts creep in, when voices of comparison try to shout louder than the truth, I remind myself of this divine composition.
I am gold—I reflect His glory. I am milk and honey—I carry His sweetness and abundance. I am His finest spice—a fragrance unique to His creation.
And so are you.
Let this be a reminder that you are loved beyond measure. You are crafted with care. You are a masterpiece of the Divine. Walk boldly as God’s sweetheart, carrying the richness of your identity into every corner of the world.
Because when you know who you are, nothing can shake who you are.
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