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🤕🏥🪻🏝👒 Dear Diary, Taking a step back to focus on self-care

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seems imperative now.

At 1:22 AM, I find myself reflecting on my current state. I’m munching on some leftovers from yesterday, a stark reminder of the scarcity of food I intake, which likely explains my persistent hunger and restlessness. I’ve been struggling to sleep, resorting to forcing myself into a state of rest. Recognizing the need for a dietary boost, I contemplate stocking up on nutritional and protein shakes to support my health and hopefully restore my equilibrium.

Today, my oldest daughter’s words of encouragement resonated deeply. Her assurance that I am organized provided a soothing balm for my frayed nerves. Her perspective reminds me that my stresses are but specks in the grand scheme of things. Recent interactions with my daughter, Maylana, have revealed a protective streak within her, a testament to the depth of our bond.

I yearn for respite from this perpetual state of stress and exhaustion. Taking a step back to focus on self-care seems imperative now. My children, meanwhile, were off exploring the world at Turks & Caicos over the weekend, and my youngest is still out of state returning by the week’s end. Their tales of adventure consist of hermit crabs, snorkeling, and days and days of swimming in the clear waters on the beautiful island, collecting sea shells and watching the sunset.

Today’s interactions include a café sit-in for coffee and a shared cooking session with my oldest daughter later in the evening. Navigating the complexities of relationships weighs heavily on my mind.

Communication, patience, and mutual respect are paramount traits I strive to embody in my interactions with loved ones. Despite setbacks and frustrations, I persevere, cherishing the journey of life.

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🦋🥛🎡🌄📷 Dear Diary, Today unfolded as a day of introspection and gratitude.

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Despite grappling with the challenges of aging,

I found solace in the inner peace and youthful spirit that still resided within me. Though my body and mind may undergo changes, I’ve come to accept and embrace the natural progression of life. In a society fixated on concealing signs of aging through cosmetic means, I advocate for a different approach – one that prioritizes inner contentment and confidence.

Reflecting on my influence on others, I’m humbled by the impact I’ve had on those around me, particularly my loved ones who witness both the highs and lows of my journey. Their appreciation for my outlook on life, characterized by a pursuit of peace, love, and happiness, fills me with gratitude.

The morning brought simple joys as I sat with my daughters, planning breakfast and engaging in a round of card games. Through these activities, I seized the opportunity to impart valuable lessons to my children, teaching them about memory, patience, and the acceptance of both success and failure.

Amidst the rush of daily routines, a tender moment with my youngest daughter, Akira, reminded me of the beauty in simplicity. As I helped my youngest daughter out of the shower and dressed her, we both applied lotion. She looked up at me and uttered those precious words, “Mom, your face looks pretty.” Her heartfelt compliment, one she shares with me often, never fails to touch my heart. It’s a simple gesture that reminds me of the beauty found in the everyday moments of motherhood. Her genuine compliment about my appearance, delivered with innocence and sincerity, touched me deeply. Despite my disheveled state, her words reaffirmed the unconditional love we share.

The experience of using Google often stirs up a range of emotions within me, particularly when old memories resurface – whether they’re from 14 years ago, six years ago, or nine years ago. Recently, I found myself delving into a trove of photos, prompting me to share them with friends. Among those recipients was my best friend, Bao Nguyen Lee, from childhood, with whom I exchanged heartfelt text messages, expressing my deep appreciation for our enduring friendship. It’s moments like these that remind me of the value of lifelong connections and the importance of acknowledging the bonds that have shaped my journey. As I expressed gratitude for her unwavering support, I marveled at the bond shared among us, united by the journey of motherhood and the trials of life.

Overwhelmed by emotions, I found myself immersed in memories and nostalgia, spurred by glimpses of the past through old photographs.

Lately, I’ve been busy crafting meal plans and tackling errands, but I’ve come to realize that these tasks are integral parts of life’s journey. It’s not solely about reaching specific destinations; rather, it’s about embracing the experiences woven into each day – from preparing meals to running errands. Alongside these daily routines, I find joy in sharing the wisdom I’ve accumulated with my loved ones, witnessing their growth and vitality. As I navigate the process of aging, I welcome the evolution of my mindset, ever hopeful that I’ll continue to grow and adapt to life’s ever-changing circumstances.

A glimmer of hope emerged as I contemplated the possibility of finding a true companion – a confidant who understands and accepts me unconditionally. Beyond mere romance, I yearn for a connection rooted in genuine understanding and mutual respect, a bond that transcends the passage of time.

In these moments of reflection, I am reminded of the richness of life’s tapestry, woven with threads of love, friendship, and personal growth. As I continue on this journey, I remain hopeful for the enduring companionship and meaningful connections that lie ahead.

Posted in Amy Douangmany, Blog, Healing, Self Reflection

🚿 💭 🛌 ❤️‍🩹💇🏻‍♀️ Dear Diary, In a moment of clarity, a realization dawned upon me,

Posted on by Ms. Amy D

and with a resolute decision, I determined that a transformation was necessary—a shedding of the old self to embrace the new.

Though I remain adorned with wisdom, knowledge, kindness, goodness, self-awareness, and accountability, I yearned for a fresh iteration of myself.

As I stood beneath the cascading water of the shower, time seemed to stretch infinitely, each droplet washing away the remnants of my former self. With meticulous care, I attended to my grooming, a ritual of self-care and renewal. It became apparent that when my external appearance faltered, my inner state followed suit, leaving me feeling less than my best.

Days spent confined to the sanctuary of my bed revealed the interconnectedness of physical and emotional well-being. Each ache of the body mirrored the pains of the heart, amplifying the urgency of my quest for transformation. In the solace of introspection, I recognized the necessity of nurturing both body and soul to achieve harmony and fulfillment in the journey towards self-discovery.

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🌏🪫🎧🎢🧘🏻‍♀️ Dear Diary, I’m Embracing Life’s Roller Coaster: Navigating Challenges and Cherishing Moments

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Dear Diary,

These past weeks have been deeply introspective for me. It’s challenging to articulate, but the world’s harshness has left me questioning everything. Despite not harboring a victim mentality, I’m open to the idea of karma or life’s lessons. It’s been far from a linear journey; more like an adventurous roller coaster where peaks and falls blur together. Maybe it’s time to stop overthinking and simply savor the present. Finding solace in simple moments feels profound, especially when shared with someone special—a genuine companionship, a safe haven in this chaotic world.

But with every gain, there’s a price: maintenance, expenses, emotional investment, the risk of vulnerability. Yet, isn’t it all worth it? These thoughts rush through me as I reflect at 12:41 AM. I haven’t dedicated enough time to my passions or fitness regimen, so now, I’m jotting down my goals. It’s daunting to step out of my comfort zone, but perhaps taking small, deliberate steps is the answer.

Time is precious, and I don’t want to waste it feeling unfulfilled. Meaningful connections with a select few sustain me. I must embrace change gradually, recognizing that everything takes time. The infinity roller coaster of life never stops, and I want to keep it well-maintained. Being proactive and grateful for what I have is crucial; there’s much I can’t control or foresee, but I can work on myself and cherish the journey.

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🍃🧖‍♀️📚 🌧 🌈Dear Diary, I will wait…

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I will wait for you because you are always going to be worth the wait.

It is Sunday and I am commencing off this month with gratitude and rejuvenation. A lot has transpired in the past many months and the weather is shifting. When you step outside, you can feel the breeze that passes through. My heart is astounded with affection and appreciation. I continue to pray for those that I care for, near and far, even if we don’t speak any longer or there’s ongoing distance including unforeseen detachments. I pray for everyone to take it a day at a time, your mental well-being and physical health are worth more than any acquaintance, connection, and or occupation. It’s okay to prioritize your needs and put up boundaries for your own sanity.

I am lying on my stomach, face entirely buried into a cushion in the presence of my first male masseuse. He is using a body scrub on me going from head to toe which is followed up with a full body massage. I feel tranquil. I wish there was a way to purify my mind of these unending contemplations. To make it less awkward, I engaged in light dialogue. As his hands press on my skin and he applies compression, I feel unconstructive energy exit my body. In this very moment, I feel inevitable and remind myself that self-care and solitude allow me to reset my thoughts and prepare myself for life’s constant encounters.

My masseuse shared with me that his line of work has pros and cons but I want to emphasize the con(s) associated with his field of work. He shared with me that people come to these spa sessions for various reasons which stress as the reason can be less obvious. He proceeds to share that during these sessions, there is always an exchange of energy. While the massage therapist is removing bad energy, he is exposed to his clients’ energy shift/exchange and it does impact his mood on a circumstantial basis if his clients are stressed or unhappy. I left my session that afternoon with a moment of clarity. I keep this information close to my heart as I distance myself from the world from time to time.

It rained briefly yesterday as I headed into the library to pick up some new releases to read. My favorite genre is romance but I love page-turners and mystery but rather watch those genres instead of reading them. I enjoy reading about affection and passion because the novelists do a remarkable job putting those feelings or “capturing the moment” exceptionally well using words without graphics. I find that to be an exceedingly dexterous gift as I enjoy interpretation, literature, and using my imagination.

It has been storming in my life here and there, on some days there’s light rain and if I get lucky enough, a rainbow may appear, but both rain and rainbow don’t stay long. Sometimes it needs to rain as the rain can be used to strengthen our roots and to remind us that life is about developing and improving so without rain every once in a while, there’s no growth or progression.

I’ve had my share of losses and I’ve mastered the ability to not be attached to things but also people because you don’t really own anything or have any control over any person. People aren’t meant to always be there or part of your entire journey and material things cannot be taken with you when your time is up. I saw a video where a mortician spoke about how she worked at funerals for over 6 years; she shared that even when you are gone, people will still talk about you, good and bad, on that same day too. It’s just the reality of life. So do what you need to do for yourself, don’t let the opinions of others affect you.

As I find myself back in motion, I am finding the courage to change my environment on a daily basis. I don’t want to lose the opportunity to be present with the people who actually love me and are rooting for me consistently without conditions. Instead of looking for answers or closure, I give my focus to healing and accepting that I don’t ever wish to control the future or change the past. The setbacks are just opportunities for us to bounce back. If you are not willing to fail, then you’re never going to succeed because failure is literally part of the process. Be kind to everyone, you never know what they are going through, we all are going through things.

When you get here, I will be more healed and continue to heal. I will welcome you back with open arms; not just parts of you; ALL of you. I want love. I want friendship. I want business partners and a team of powerful people who are emotionally, mentally, and intellectually strong; therefore I will be everything that I want to attract. I am waiting for ME, the best possible version of myself that is so powerful and worthy of honest and genuine connections.

SHE, in her most rectified and authentic state, will always be worth the wait. I am her, she is ME.

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🤮✍️🦋🌬🧸 Dear Diary,  I’m hoping my writer’s block is gone.

Posted on by Ms. Amy D

My mind has been racing and I have never wanted to do a brain dump so badly. After 2 failed attempts at writing last night, I gave up and like Beyoncé to Hova, I shined like a star. Sometimes people don’t understand that just because we lost the last game, we’re not ultimately at a loss. That’s never the case. As long as you’re alive, you can get back in the game anytime. I was on a winning streak and whoever was on my team couldn’t hold up, that’s all. It’s okay, I got you, and I’ll try to hold it down for you. When you lose, we lose, remember that and vice versa. You can try to remain undefeated but every player has his or her limits. You just have to take a break, rest, recover and come back when you’re ready don’t push yourself too hard.

This is my first time coming to the gym so late. I guess it’s a single living thing, I’ve been in such long-term relationships that all ended with engagements but there’s no white dress, yet. The time currently reads 8:56 PST. It feels good to be here. I wanted to dip in the jacuzzi and let my body reap the benefits of this gym membership but I can’t seem to find any of my many swimsuits. I didn’t anticipate that the weather and my needs would change so drastically. At one point my goal was to find true love and get married this year, now I just sit and laugh. I’m re-prioritizing my goals in life.

When I picked up my daughter from a long weekend at her dad’s, she seemed to be feeling well. Her eyes had a sparkle in them, she made eye contact with me and held it. She completely adores me and I love her with all my heart. I wanted her to grow up with both parents but we’re going down separate paths and doing our best to appreciate life apart with a new approach. Some things are inevitable. Communication is key but no matter how strong you or both of you may be, connections die and sometimes you’re no longer in alignment. Complicated is an understatement.

By 3:00 am I woke up to her crying and after giving her multiple reassurances to go back to sleep something seemed off. I later discovered that she had some kind of stomach bug over the weekend. When I turned on the lights, I realized that she vomited all over her bedding and was very uncomfortable.

Unlike men who can vomit loudly, abruptly and not to mention violently, children’s vomit is fairly quiet and in short, unfair. Again, I’ve had my share of many things in life. As an advocate and mother of a toddler who was diagnosed with ATRT brain cancer at age 22 months, I cleaned a lot of bodily fluids.

It may sound like a chore, but it wasn’t because when you love someone unconditionally, especially your child,  you don’t think about yourself. You only think about them. What can I do to make my child feel safer, more secure, and better? It’s simple, just like what we look for in relationships nowadays. We look for reassurance, understanding, help when we’re sick, and zero judgments. Love.

I cleaned her up, sanitized her hands, face and removed all of the contaminated bedding, and laid her back down to rest. My poor child, I would exchange places with her if that were ever an option. I lay in bed and felt awful. My mind tried to jog back to when my dear Ariyah was sick, damn- we live in a cruel and unpredictable world. Everything was copacetic, who would have thought an illness could get out of hand and change our lives in the blink of an eye?

I redirected myself to rest but it was impossible. I lay there, listening to the sounds of the rain on my Alexa echo dot. Baby girl comes in, she declares that she needs to brush her teeth. I helped her rinse her mouth instead, my previous research highly advised against brushing her teeth after vomiting because you might contaminate her enamel with bacteria. Please confirm, I’m not a professional and I still brush my teeth post vomiting, twice if that helps.

To have to hold a job, pay for everything on your own without any support, and strive to maintain a certain lifestyle and family dynamic is something I make look so easy. I barely get 5 hours of sleep sometimes. I have grown to enjoy life as it is. So many people aren’t comfortable with who they are and they haven’t gone through the healing process after experiencing a multitude of trauma. I’ve had my share of life changes and readjustments since March last year and it feels like it’s just life’s karma. I keep my head up and I cry at times because it does get overwhelming but I have never been happier at the end of the day to be a mother to all of my children including my slightly estranged stepchildren.

A wave of nausea hit her, she showed signs of panic and anxiety. As the feeling tried to convert into actions, she grew upset and hit her stomach. My heart broke. My sweetheart, my dear child. I grabbed the empty waste bin and encouraged her to “spit” it out. I continued to tell her that it was okay and that I will help her. She cried. I pulled her into my arms and gave her a big hug and gently kissed her forehead. I cleaned her up and by 4:00 am, she fell asleep, she couldn’t hold down much water and was exhausted. I stayed up until my girls started waking up for school at 5:45 am.

Life is worth living, I don’t want to miss out on my children’s growth. I have always wanted a large family. I recall being in a girl’s group back in high school, we circled each other ate our lunches chatting, and asked questions about our “future”. One of which the question was how many children we wanted, and my answer was 6. My children will forever have my heart, my guidance, and my support. I’m so blessed and grateful to have them in my life. They continue to fill the void in my heart, and their innocence keeps me optimistic, loving, and nurturing.

I have finished my cycling, so it’s time to wrap up this blog entry by giving recognition to those who are parents as well as those who have and don’t have parents. In general, everyone is inclusive. You are doing great, I’m proud of you. Life isn’t easy, keep your head up, change is constant, and keep pushing forward. Nothing- the good, the bad, the stillness- none of these moments are permanent. Stay optimistic, what’s yours in life will come to you when it’s your turn. Timing is everything. Be patient, keep loving, keep healing, and live a life without judgment. ✨️ Good night, sweet dreams.

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👩‍🍳🐈🍳🍚🌧 Dear Diary, The rainy weather hits differently, it makes me miss someone.

Posted on by Ms. Amy D

Brace yourself because we’re taking a trip back to 6 years, 5 months ago. October 27, 2016.

Riya’s body is feverish and I’m about 2 months post-c-section welcoming another addition to the family, at that time, that was my youngest and my last. But, I eventually brought one more child into the world. That morning I was exhausted. My partner, lover, and friend could barely get up and go to work. A man, a real man, has to provide for his family and we were indeed a family. He says, “Daddy loves you” and moments later I can faintly feel the door close behind him as he made his way out.

I found the Tylenol and gave 5mls to Riya and laid back down to sleep. My body is still recovering and given the fact that I was crying for over 8 hours the day before. On that day, I received the most horrific news I could ever hear and it changed my life too soon.

After spending… time. We cried a lot. Riya was very sick, the day before our departure from Lake Tahoe where we stayed in the mansion overlooking the water, funded by the Ami Brown Club, we noticed Riya’s stomach couldn’t hold food and my heart broke. It was so painful, my heart could explode from my chest feeling the pain I did as a mother. Why. Why does a child, any child, have to go through this?

Riya had it. Of 1,000,000 children under age 3, she was that one. She was diagnosed with ATRT brain cancer on April 22, 2015. Her prognosis was 15% but they were being generous, the realistic prognosis was more like 5% with her life span automatically being shortened to 2 weeks or less depending on when the diagnosis was made.

Here we are, in bed together. Dad had left for work and I hear the doorbell ring. I couldn’t get up, my incision area was still in a lot of pain and the Norcos helped me get by but had me feeling drowsy. I didn’t want to be rude so I called her, she was from hospice. I apologized for missing her at the door and told her I need to rest and Ariyah needs to rest, she was very tired.

I hung up, looked at Ariyah and I woke up. My world shook as I tried to put her on my lap and held her in my arms. I immediately started to search for her pulse. I was panicking and breathing hard, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t feel her pulse or hear it because I was feeling hopeless. There it was, I felt her breath on me.

Ariyah did take her last breath in my arms that morning. I called the nurse and cried my soul out, she was heading back to me. All to just pronounce that my daughter has departed and is in a better place.

What does any parent do in this circumstance? I didn’t know but I expressed myself through tears and silence. I was immediately surrounded by family who offered their condolences and support before I realized it. It was a quiet day, it was cold, in October of 2016.

Transportation arrived after nearly 6 or 8 hours, it was time to have her picked up and she was very fragile.

Mom escorted while Dad carried Ariyah to the vehicle. And then, thunder and lightning flashed and it felt like heaven herself was crying and mourning with us. We had such a lengthy and, heart-quenching journey that we haven’t been able to navigate through these pains together. It rained. It poured. The home was filled with family, so we both excused ourselves. My parents immediately began hosting a wake for their granddaughter. Finally, we’re away, from everyone. We were crying, no words. There were no words worth speaking and for a moment, we felt defeated, our hearts had been crushed

Today it’s raining right now. Earlier today, I received a call from SMUD alerting me regarding the flood and to be prepared. I know these storms are real but I don’t mind entertaining the idea of struggling. Why not? I feel like I’ve struggled a good amount in my life, there are many more painful experiences that I have endured but this one is instilled in me. For life.

Without a doubt, I’m a bit more on the emotional side as of late. The sounds of the rain help me sleep, but the feel of it falling on me and me seeing and feeling it, hurts me, a lot. I started my second dinner before writing my blog and I’m now washing it down with a Sunkist strawberry lemonade soda. Life is short, I want to enjoy these foods and beverages and do my best to maintain good health, good skin, and most importantly, a good heart. That’s it, that’s enough for me. I just want to enjoy life, and feel alive and that is why I’m grateful today. I have yet another day to be better, to love, to live, and to learn.

Whenever you need me, remember, if you have my number, pick up the phone and call me. Phone or fone- in Thai and Lao, means rain. You’re welcome. ☔️

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🧠🫀👸🎂🍤 Dear Diary, I don’t fear the unknown at all, I always knew what to expect since day one.

Posted on by Ms. Amy D

I have an angel baby in my life, this year she would have turned 10. My oldest daughter turned 11 years old today. I’m at an age that contradicts my physical appearance but age is just a number.

I made reservations for us today but upon her request, they were canceled. That’s my daughter. Humble. She can be a lot but she is always worth it, she wanted to have a crab boil and lots of shrimp so I delivered.

Intuition. I always listen to HER and it seems as if SHE never brings me good news. At a glance, she is a destroyer of dreams, peace, and assurance. Like a tsunami, she comes in and destroys everything within hindsight. She washes it away and here I stand, stronger than ever. Still alive. Ready to rebuild, yet, again. Home is a feeling, that’s it.

I only knew of commitment, longevity, loyalty, and tenderness, and yet I entered a dangerous world by choice and I’m learning each day that the heart is fragile. I will never settle for less.

Love is what keeps us going. My heart gets flooded with feelings of determination on the mornings I’m driving my girls to school and childcare. I take care of my little girls because I love them, without conditions.

I’m excited about my trips this year. I am focused on elevating every aspect and experience in my life. I will eventually find someone to accompany me or vice versa where we complement each other in all aspects.

My daughter called me to check in on me before going to bed, I wished her a happy birthday once more. I can still hear the melody of our cousins singing happy birthday slightly off-sync, then the room goes dark after the candles are blown out.

The darkness lasted for a very short period and that is what it is in life. Darkness can only stay as long as you allow it or welcome it. Such darkness can take away the quality of your life as long as you allow it. So, turn the lights on. Don’t let the darkness consume you, have faith that these waves and these bursts of darkness are acts of faith, all to protect you from bad energy. Only the strong would be able to withstand such storms or darkness.

We all get to choose light, just know that we both can have our lights on at the same time. Yours can be bright but eventually, you’ll want something dimmable. Our life changes are constant, just know that my lights will stay on. I am surrounded by love and that light shines brighter than anything.

Thank you to everyone who’s been giving me ongoing love and support, I’m beyond grateful for you all. I’ve drawn some healthy boundaries for me, for you, for us and I hope we can just live in our light. However, if it ever gets too dark and you need a little bit more light, I got you. I’m solid.

🐝 Seeing you growing and glowing through time is enough purpose for me to keep loving, giving, and accepting the never-ending demands in life. This 10th Chapter is officially closed. Over and out.

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🤽‍♀️🔏📣👩‍💻📚 Dear Diary, Oh how amazing it would be, to just be her.

Posted on by Ms. Amy D

Too much of anything is bad. Anything. Did you know that you can drink too much water and not be submerged or surrounded by a body of water but still drown? Yes, that’s a fatality that you wouldn’t anticipate and that’s something you don’t learn in school, you learn of these things in time instead of in school.

If you listen close enough, you would be able to hear it loud and clear – resentment. In that tiny narrative voice in your head, while you’re reading or sending that “good morning” text to SOS or “I’m sick” to your boss, your voice is constantly being vocalized one way or another. Although we are not necessarily speaking out loud, we are constantly speaking our thoughts and reading “out loud” in our heads. It sounds so complicated but I assure you, this is not debatable. Silence. The idea of complete utter silence is like a symphony to me. Until that silence is intruded on by my thoughts.

My thoughts tell me that I am anxious and sort of zoning in and out between living in fear. I dread the unknown. The unknown is worthy of dreading and with that, you have to subject yourself to the idea of rejecting your intrusive thoughts by countering the bad with the good. I fear losing myself, my loved ones, and/or people that I see regularly. Be it at work or the familiar faces that I see while I show up at the gym as if it were my runway. I feel like these places, the gym, and work, are like a home to me. I spend a lot of time at these places that aren’t my residence but these places are huge contributors to my health, growth, and development.

I leave these places, the gym, for instance, in pain, completely sore from pushing myself or my job, feeling extremely motivated to be a better person just because I am surrounded by so many amazing people. That’s it. Your job has to be fulfilling and you have to grasp that idea and make it your happy place. I mastered that, I have left my job in distress and in happiness but it’s not the job that causes me these feelings, it’s life. I don’t blame my job for my feelings, that would be unfair. It’s how you perceive things, that’s why it is important to respond rather than react.

Last night my daughter surprised me as she tried to use her 5th-grade vocabulary to describe my writing style. You can see this glow coming from her, she completely adores me and I am here for it. I am turning 25 this year (physically) and I love falling for the idea of being treated with grace, I love being treated like a queen in the family dynamic but if it’s just us, I prefer princess treatment. I have grown to love myself and the journey to reinventing myself has had its ups and down and I am indulging in all of it. I appreciate these lessons and the overall growth. Anywho, let’s get back on track.

She’s smiling, ear to ear but she pauses and tries to collect her words. She started off with my blog title, Dear Diary, ___________. She feels that it is such a captivating title so you must start reading. Like a TikTok, there’s a very small time window that your audience will give you, so, I delivered. She continues to explain that as you start reading, it’s like you’re sitting in front of me but you’re also with me, entering a short movie clip into my life, my head, my heart, and my perspective. You are compelled and can’t stop, not only that, you can’t re-create what I wrote, it requires a full-depth dive into this world of mine that share with you, yet you know so little about my day or what is going on in that beautiful mind of mine. She and I discussed what my long-term goals were when it comes to writing. The goal is simple, to keep writing.

One day, I hope to make something big of it. My handwriting in cursive, calligraphy in its best form, across my hardcover book. Tears of joy pour out from my tear ducts for a moment. I am a writer. I have supporters. I am unique, different, and valuable. We often – more than not – calculate our value by using the measure of success as a guideline. My success will be calculated by how I see and feel about myself and the quality that I put out. Making an impact and having a good and raw influence that is honest and also isn’t necessarily a fairy tale is an ultimate goal. That would make me invaluable.

When I get to and from home safely to arrive at work or the gym, I am always leaving each place with something- a takeaway. A thought, an idea perhaps? And with that, I take control of my life. Being able to choose to do something with disciplined, and wanting to grow and learn is a privilege. I don’t know how I came to be this type of person with this underrated talent but all of my blog entries are encrypted with a more meaningful message or story behind them. Too many for me to know. How fascinating it is to be an idol to your children, to love them, accept them and teach them valuable ideas and knowledge that you are learning and introduce them to a broader mindset at such a prime age.

I am so thankful to have access to these places that I call home. I accept myself and my existence entirely but to be accepted by those who share the same “home” with me, trust me, I see you. I acknowledge your love, trust, and respect. I love our growth, we may not be doing the same exact things even when we share the same home(s) but there is always a common goal, and that is growth and continuous healing. What a beautiful day it is, each and every day. Thank you. Oh my darling, how amazing it would be to just be her. To be me.

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🚘🥘🐝👁🌧 Dear Diary, let’s take a trip with me today.

Posted on by Ms. Amy D

Imagine you somehow come into the frame of the scene of my ride home with my girls. You would feel instantly how happy I am feeling right in that instance. It’s been a long day and I’m driving us to pick up my prescription. From there, I am heading to Wells Fargo and then, last stop, the clubhouse. I did my deed and now we’re almost home. We stopped by mc Donald’s for dinner. I have been cooking, eating, and sleeping all weekend so my Monday blues took me out all Sunday night until 4 am. Next thing you know, it’s 5:30 am and my girls are passing me by to get into the bathroom to begin their morning routine.

I hope I am not the only one who feels guilty about this, but I aspired to have my life so put together that I can walk my kids to the front gate like a normal person and not look dead tired, stressed, and out of sorts. My biggest issue is fighting for more time in the wrong places. Wanting to read and scroll through TikTok and the online retail therapy access will eventually bankrupt me at this point. That says a lot about how I see life, it’s bad, no point stressing it and, in short, “treat yourself queen!” kind of energy. Yup, I will always take risks, I haven’t been the type to fall and even when I have fallen, there are levels to get to rock bottom and I don’t allow myself to get there ever. I always feel that it’s a short time window before the bad times are over. That is how focused I am on the positive.

Stop. Now focus. We are in the car again, my heart is full. This life is and will always be worth living as long as I have my girls, they are my life and my inspiration. When you want something and you have to get it, lose it, wait, and earn it, you will value such “things” more than others. That is what I would say how I’d define what delayed gratification means. It’s having to wait and accept that you don’t get access or control of the situation but waiting and hoping. 

Besides the fact that today was a complete fail, well, not complete, partial fail – I took my win when my daughter couldn’t keep her eyes off of me. I am a silly mother so I said, “boo!!!?!” and we laughed, I proceeded with, “are you looking at my lashes?” She confessed and expressed her awe at my lash length. That’s right, my lashes were long and I wasn’t wearing falsies or individuals. Thanks to the Loreal mascara “real” model who isn’t an “influencer” so delivered her technique in acquiring a falsies mascara application lash look that shows length and volume. I’m obsessed and can’t wait for my lash comb to arrive. I didn’t realize how simple techniques really can change the game. The techniques don’t even require excessive knowledge or unattainable tools, it requires effort.

I am not a gatekeeper and therefore, I took the time to pull up the video and even silenced my radio for her to hear. I’m so mind-blown that I relate it to life, dating life in particular. I am blown away by the idea of a charismatic, charming, and forthright approach. What a gem it is to put zero effort into dating and just show up as your most authentic self. Make it two.