This is your reminder that your story matters. Every chapter. Every plot twist. Every beautiful, complicated, hope-filled page.

Growing up, my grandmother had a saying for everything. Her words were like little lanterns, lighting the way through life's twists and turns.

Wait, WHAT? It's Friday already? Didn't we just have Monday? Wasn't it just January? And hold up—wasn't I just 25 years old five minutes ago?

Let’s talk about that ex you keep texting. No, not that ex—though honestly, stop doing that too. I’m talking about your past self, old situations, and people who’ve basically ghosted you but somehow still live rent-free in your head.