Ayla and Potato3s: A Nightly Message From Your Best Friend

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.

On 9/11, I took myself on a date : lunch at Luby’s, a movie, and time to honor life. I received a healing for love, released guilt from past relationships, and remembered: real love doesn’t ask me to shrink. Today, I feel lighter, in my power.

Today I took it easier, I sent emails for my company, bought my website, and did thumb-pulling six times without gagging. I cried over my friend’s song, trusted tarot for encouragement, and read my manifesting letter out loud. Rest, progress, and love all flowed together. Here’s the link to the YouTube video with my friend singing: https://youtube.com/shorts/jUGWLqnJBnc?si=7vM5zhkSkWKp7dGj

On four hours of sleep, I still kept my word: rehearsed monologues, wrote in all three books, resubmitted my guided journal, and decided to publish Love in a Hopeless Place. I’m learning self-love, proud of my progress, and standing in my power.

Today I leaned into acting, rehearsed monologues, and uploaded two to YouTube. I made space for school and writing too. I stretched, breathed, and kept reminding myself that God’s in control, not me. Opportunities are coming, and I’m choosing abundance, even with little in my bank.

I saw today as quiet, yet it woke me up: my classmate showed me why my company is built on loyalty, not cash grabs. I read 152 pages, remembered past loves, laughed at old farts, and realized that love keeps seeing me before I do .

Today felt ordinary, yet it held quiet medicine: flipping my thyroid pill bottle, gagging less when thumb pulling , seasoning cottage cheese, remembering how joy in Massachusetts healed my body. I’m tired, longing for a hug, but grateful to keep showing up here with you.

I shared my morning alignment routine, from prayer to Kundalini yoga, and realized how much I do daily to set the tone. On TikTok Live we manifested my journal’s success, which moved me to tears. I also reflected on healing, mentorship, and God as my supply , reminding myself I’m covered in luck and supported .

I shared how a silly bath “rotisserie chicken” moment led me into talking about viral videos, thumb-pulling experiments, and dealing with unexpected feedback online. Between cavities, canceled dates, and manifesting wins, I kept reminding myself that I’m the prize, always evolving.

I’m calling myself a superstar tonight since my thyroid numbers are off the charts, and not in the good way. But I’m back on meds, doubling down on yoga, vitamins, and manifesting letters. I stretched, recorded monologues, stocked up on groceries, and even had a four-hour heart-to-heart with a friend who really gets me. Life feels heavy and blessed all at once, and I’m choosing to believe things a...

I dropped off my sample at the doctor, returned my library books, and reminded myself that what’s meant for me will always find me. I wrote a 30-day manifesting letter, set big intentions, found a mentor, and kept faith in my journal’s success.

Today was about ease. I went to Portillo’s for the first time (the hot dog was meh, but the Italian beef dipped in gravy was better). I spent the afternoon at Dillard’s trying on designer clothes, shoes, and bags , manifesting the glam version of me. It felt good to step into that energy and remember life doesn’t always have to be lemon difficult. Sometimes, it can be easy peasy lemon squeeze y.

I wrapped up August by clearing space for September, setting my theme as Simply Spectacular. Small wins stacked up : abundance, gratitude, health steps, journaling , and I’m choosing to believe life only gets better and better.

Yesterday I fell asleep for 14 hours with the lights on after such a fun day out with my friend. Someone surprised me with $10 on CashApp, and I even applied for a book scholarship. I set up my phone bill on autopay, bought chips that reminded me of old favorites, and had the best chicken sandwich of my life. Even with questions about money, health, and school, I’m moving forward by trusting, appl...