Ayla and Potato3s: A Nightly Message From Your Best Friend

Day 2 of my 46 new things: I tried a new flavor of Bloom (juicy orange!) and accidentally turned the whole day into an orange theme — orange drinks, orange lessons, orange surrender. I cried on a call I almost skipped, finished editing my 500-count meditation, and reminded myself that progress isn’t about crashing out. It’s about showing up, softly, one thing at a time.

was totally convinced my assessment was due today, spent hours fighting with a glitchy website, and nearly crashed out , only to find out it’s not due for three more weeks. 😂 It turned into a lesson about publishing as I go, giving myself grace, and trusting that things work out (even if not how I plan).

Hey, my little potato 💛 Today I finally recorded my first guided meditation for Insight Timer (counting backwards from 500!). I also share a messy, funny story about getting sick at dinner, reflect on how my friendships have grown, and talk about dreaming of vacations, soul tribe, and finishing my to-do list. It’s real life in the messy middle.

Today I did something big for me: I called bill collectors, unpacked my suitcase at my brother’s house for the first time in years, and literally took up space. I’m facing debt, tasks, and fears head-on, planning 46 new experiences before my 46th birthday. I’m proud of me

I spent the day at the park with a friend, swapped sandwich recommendations, reflected on finishing 40 days of Kundalini yoga, and realized I’ve accomplished more than I thought—80+ paintings, Substack articles, workouts, and showing up for myself. I’m taking a week to reset, list what I’ve been avoiding, and keep building the life my inner little girl will be proud of

Today I shared how friendships , both old and new are shaping me. From park conversations that feel like time warps, to little moments with the dog who adores me, to realizing my Virgo-level lava cake hacks, it’s all about gratitude, healing, and being seen. God’s got me. I got you. We’ve got us .

In this episode, I sit down with my six-year-old self through a letter , a conversation across time. I tell her the things I wish someone had told me back then: that she’s brave, that what happened wasn’t her fault, that she’s smart, creative, intuitive, and worthy of love. I share how the very things that once got me in trouble : distraction, curiosity and imagination became superpowers later in...

I talked about what it’s like to finally feel safe after years of walking on eggshell s: learning to trust ease, receive hugs, share my truth without gaslighting, and let daily moments slowly rebuild my confidence .

Today I let myself slow down and rediscover simple joys such as good food, quiet parks, and honest reflection. I joined a dating app, thought about my routines, remembered how far I’ve come, and chose to keep going one more day.

I arrived in New York with $1.15, trust, and a dog waiting to love me. Things worked out better than expected : money showed up, support appeared, and I felt a quiet joy. This season is about replacing old patterns with new trust .

It’s 3 a.m., and I’m running on excitement more than sleep. I’m heading to New York, and even though I’ve been before, this trip feels different , like a turning point. My dad unexpectedly stood up for me about how my brother takes me for granted, which hit deep. I baked, packed, reapplied for food stamps, and even considered a tattoo. I’m nervous but prepared, trusting that opportunities will unf...

Today I did a thing, I launched my own Substack with a $5.55 subscription and a ‘Sacred Spark’ founder circle. It felt so different to start something with the intention of being paid. I talked for hours with my sister-in-law, shared my art journey from coloring books to painting, and even gave her crayons and a formula to try. My body’s sore from assisted pull-ups, but my heart’s full from creati...

I tell you about a weird gym day (shirt inside-out, sauna, +5 lbs muscle), bake brown-butter toffee cookies, and wrestle with pouring from an empty cup aka how to care for myself while still giving to others. Short, messy, grateful.

I finished Love in a Hopeless Place, upgraded my vision board to “receive significant deposits consistently,” and squeezed in a killer gym session (three pull-ups! 🎉). Still juggling bills and family noise, but choosing gratitude and action : New York is next, we’ll see what clarity shows up

Today I felt the highs and lows of life—hope for $8,000, gratitude for $23, and the reality of unpaid bills. I reminded myself of my journey since 2006, of self-love, screaming masks, and building my company. It’s messy, but I’m still here

I riff about manifestation (I write and read a letter to my future partner for 30 days), wrestle with whether my optimism is delusional, and share a wild, healing moment : I prayed and laid hands on my dad’s knee and he slept afterward. I also talk school, building my website, packing for New York, and choosing comfort (rain boots on a plane). Gentle, honest, and oddly practical

Today was a mess of frustration and small victories… I finally launched sovereigntyworks.com after fighting with website tools, crying, yelling, and leaning on Canva’s AI to make it look “Zen.” I kept the landing page simple (email-only waitlist) and even thought about people who’re bedbound and might need my scream-mask most. Did shadow work, checked my money (got an $8 refund — hooray), wrestled...

Today I practiced gratitude in the smallest ways by checking my bank accounts, paying off tiny debts, and realizing I have more than I thought. An unexpected $8.32 and a $7 gift reminded me that freedom starts with micro-wins. I organized my closet, kept up with shadow work and acting practice, and celebrated both health and discipline in my routines. I’m learning that success isn’t just the big b...

I took myself to the lake, did shadow work, and tried mirror-gazing and then I did something bold and put a private old video up for sale. Tonight I practice simple regulation (two-minute noticing), celebrate a $7 Founder Circle win, and get grateful for the weird little things .

Hey, my little potato… tonight I’m doing gratitude out loud. I’m grateful for my body, my little wins (gym class, hitting protein goals), the laptop and car that showed up when I needed them, and friends who see me. I talked about my healing practice, the rituals that steady me (kundalini, anointing, reading my manifesting letter), and why I’m choosing rest when my body needs it. Even on messy, ti...

Today I got bold: I launched a tiny pre-order/fundraiser for a sound-reducing “scream mask,” posted it everywhere, and practiced asking people to back the idea. I offered healing to someone’s hospitalized family member (they declined and that’s OK), kept showing up for auditions and school, and reminded myself that being myself will mean some people won’t get it. Still, I keep doing because fortun...

I’m tired but still showing up : dentist appointment, gym, rehearsals, and a lot of little wins. I practiced scripts in the car, recorded a silly commercial voice and actually posted it (big step), turned in auditions and school work, and practiced gratitude by counting recent value that’s come in. I’m juggling bills and tech glitches, but I’m choosing rest when my body needs it and trusting the e...

Today I showed up bold by turning in auditions, assessments, and exploring new ways to use my gifts, from tarot to Reiki. I even considered reaching out to help someone publicly battling illness, not for clout but because I know healing works. Fortune really does favor the bold .

Today I reflected on boundaries, my quirks, and the little rituals that keep me sane. A classmate reminded me of my “unfair advantage” , living with high-functioning ADHD and OCD and how it shapes the way I move through the world. I ranted about socks, silence, and family pushing limits, but also celebrated my wins: recording my assessment, journaling my future self, and asking the universe, “What...

Today I honored my future self by setting boundaries. I journaled on who I’m becoming, painted my next book cover, and remembered: the current version of me can’t go with me into the future. She’s not years away , she’s vibrations away.