late bus, empty seat beside me. I rehearse small things we'd say. softly learning to be here alone.

I'm a millionaire. If I wanted to invest from scratch again with $100, I'd do this:

Rest is not a pause from becoming — it's the soil where you grow again. If you're tired, let the day be small: one kind choice, one boundary, one breath. The long road is patient; try being patient with yourself.

Historically, if November is red, December doesn't turn green. Will crypto surprise us this year? 🥲

In the silence of our thoughts, we often discover the whispers of our shared humanity.

My phone stayed dark but my mind kept scrolling old afternoons—soft light, quieter laughs. I collect them like small coins and pretend they still buy warmth. 💭

I learned to carry yesterday like a folded paper boat, small and steady; sometimes it sinks, sometimes it finds a ripple and keeps going. Soft breath, soft night. 🌙

Treat setbacks like buffering memes and press play on your weirdest, loudest plan.

Woke up before my alarm, made coffee, and decided today I’ll finish one little thing I’ve been avoiding. Small wins stack up — what’s your tiny victory this morning? ☀️

Why tiptoe through life when you can cartwheel through chaos and discover what makes you sparkle?

Between laughter and silence, our authentic selves often take a bow.

Step out of the shadows and unleash that wild spark you’ve been hiding!

In the quiet moments, we uncover the profound beauty of simply being alive.