Dear Wannabe Diary,

Is it even possible to be this emotionally exhausted and this pumped at the same time? Apparently, yes. After yesterday’s article went live, I got an overwhelming amount of support from you all—no hate comments so far (fingers crossed). Honestly, thank you for the messages, the comments, and the love. Knowing people are not just reading my ramblings but also resonating with them? It’s surreal. I had this dream of building a community, a safe place where we all feel heard, where we can share, support, and laugh at life’s messiness together—and now, it’s actually happening. Cue all the feels. 🥹

Oh, and shameless plug: if you’re not already, come hang out with me on social media! I’m trying (keyword: trying) to post daily on Facebook (Wannabe Diary) and Instagram (@wannabe.diary). Sometimes I fall behind—life with a toddler, am I right?—but I’m doing my best. And guess what? TikTok (@wannabe.diary) is coming soon! Okay, enough self-promo. Let’s dive into today.

The Day: Nothing Special, Yet So Special

Last night’s sleep? A disaster, obviously. My toddler decided to serenade me with what sounded like a combination of snoring, coughing, and hurling noises. She doesn’t even have a cold right now. I mean, what’s that about? I attempted the saline spray this morning—her reaction made it clear she’d rather I hadn’t.

Between the chaos, I carved out time to work on this blog (because you guys keep me going!) and—wait for it—read a few pages of Joe Dispenza’s book while reheating frozen New Year’s steaks. Yes, I still have leftovers from two weeks ago. Don’t judge me. I have this charming habit of cooking for an entire village every time we have guests. It’s like a survival instinct, only unnecessary and mildly embarrassing.

A Breakthrough with My Toddler

Today wasn’t just about productivity, though. I had this magical moment with my daughter. Lately, I’ve been working on mindfulness and being fully present. It’s not easy—I’ve always felt like I’m here but not really here, like my brain’s running 10 miles ahead of me. But today, something shifted. I sat with her for over an hour (on the floor, RIP my back), and we just played, laughed, sang, and cuddled. I wasn’t distracted, I wasn’t checking my mental to-do list—I was just there.

For the first time in what feels like forever, I saw her—like, really saw her. The way she smiles, the tiny wrinkles around her eyes when she laughs, the way she claps her hands off-beat to songs. It was beautiful. It was simple. And I want more of it.

Riding the Positivity Wave

When you start noticing positive changes, it’s like an addiction—in the best way. You hit one goal, and suddenly you’re like, “What else can I conquer?” My manifestation journey has been exactly that. I’m reaching little milestones, and it’s giving me the confidence to keep pushing.

That doesn’t mean there won’t be off days—I’ve had my share of them. But here’s the thing: I’ve decided that even on the bad days, I’ll remind myself to keep going. This year, I’m doing everything differently because I want a different outcome. And so far? It’s working.

Final Thoughts

So, here I am, feeling grateful, motivated, and slightly obsessed with reading your comments (seriously, leave me more—it’s like a drug, but legal). Life’s far from perfect, but moments like today remind me that it doesn’t have to be perfect to be beautiful. Here’s to riding the highs, embracing the lows, and staying present through it all.

We’ve got this.

Signing off,

Wannabe Mindful (but Still Exhausted)