Glittered Cups & Zero Fucks-

  • The Song That Defined My Teen Years

    There’s always one song that takes you straight back. The room you were in. The feelings you didn’t have words for yet.

    I didn’t just listen to it — I felt it. On repeat. Alone. Loud enough to drown out everything else.

    Music back then wasn’t background noise. It was survival. It helped me process things I didn’t know how to say out loud.

    That song still hits — not because it sounds the same, but because I do.

    Tomorrow’s prompt: What I thought adulthood would look like vs reality.

  • Rest Is Not Quitting

    Burnout is not a badge of honor.

    Exhaustion is not productivity.

    Rest is not weakness.

    Rest is how you keep going.

    Today, I affirm this:

    I am allowed to rest without earning it.

    I am allowed to pause without falling behind.

    I am allowed to slow down without guilt.

    I listen to my body instead of fighting it.

    I refuel instead of running on empty.

    I choose sustainability over self-destruction.

    Rest today.

    Rise stronger tomorrow.

  • A Childhood Rule That Would Never Survive Today

    “Be home when the streetlights come on.”

    No texts. No GPS. No constant updates. Just trust and a general sense of time.

    We drank from hoses. Rode bikes until dark. Roamed neighborhoods without adults hovering nearby. It wasn’t reckless — it was normal.

    Today, that level of freedom feels almost unthinkable. But it taught responsibility in a way rules never could.

    We learned consequences naturally. We learned boundaries by pushing them.

    Tomorrow’s prompt: The song that defined my teen years.

  • You’re Allowed to Take Up Space

    You were not put here to be small, quiet, or convenient.

    Somewhere along the way, many of us learned to shrink — to speak softer, ask for less, and apologize for existing. Today, we unlearn that.

    Today, I affirm this:

    I take up space without guilt.

    I speak without minimizing myself.

    I exist without apology.

    My needs matter.

    My voice matters.

    My presence matters.

    If my confidence makes someone uncomfortable, that is not my responsibility to fix.

    Today, I show up fully — not diluted, not softened, not smaller than I am.

  • The First Time I Realized Adults Were Just Wingin’ It

    There’s a moment in every kid’s life when the illusion breaks. When you realize adults don’t actually have it together — they’re just older and louder about it.

    For me, it wasn’t dramatic. It was subtle. A conversation overheard. A mistake made. A decision that didn’t make sense.

    That’s when it clicked: nobody has a manual. Everyone is improvising.

    That realization didn’t scare me — it freed me. If no one knows exactly what they’re doing, then perfection was never required. Just effort. Adjustment. Showing up.

    That lesson has carried me through every stage of adulthood.

    Tomorrow’s prompt: A childhood rule that would never survive today.

  • Progress Is Messy — And That’s Fine

    Perfection keeps people stuck. Progress moves people forward.

    If you’ve been waiting until you feel “ready,” “qualified,” or “confident enough,” this is your sign: start anyway.

    Growth is not clean. It’s trial and error. It’s changing your mind. It’s realizing what doesn’t work and adjusting without shame.

    Today, I affirm this:

    I give myself permission to be a work in progress.

    I give myself permission to learn in real time.

    I give myself permission to try without guarantees.

    I am not behind — I am building.

    I am not failing — I am refining.

    I am not stuck — I am evolving.

    Done is better than perfect.

    Effort is better than fear.

    Movement is better than waiting.

    Today, I move forward imperfectly — and that’s powerful.

  • Things That Raised Me Besides My Parents

    Let’s be honest — my parents weren’t the only ones raising me.

    TV did a lot of heavy lifting.

    Music shaped my emotions.

    Snacks kept me alive.

    And the internet absolutely influenced my personality.

    MTV taught me sarcasm.

    Sitcoms taught me timing.

    Music taught me how to feel big things quietly.

    And boredom taught me how to entertain myself.

    I learned independence early because we were expected to figure things out. No constant check-ins. No tracking apps. Just “be home when the streetlights come on.”

    Looking back, it explains a lot.

    Tomorrow’s prompt: The first time I realized adults were just wingin’ it.

  • Not Everything Deserves Your Energy

    You don’t need to respond to everything that irritates you.

    You don’t need to defend yourself to everyone with an opinion.

    And you don’t need to explain your boundaries to people who benefit from you having none.

    Energy is currency — and today, you spend it wisely.

    There is power in restraint. There is confidence in silence. There is peace in deciding that not everything is worth your reaction.

    Today, I affirm this:

    I do not owe my energy to chaos.

    I do not owe my time to disrespect.

    I do not owe my peace to people who drain it.

    I am allowed to pause before reacting.

    I am allowed to choose calm over conflict.

    I am allowed to walk away without closure.

    Some things deserve my attention.

    Some things deserve to be ignored.

    Some things deserve to stay outside my mental real estate.

    Today, I choose where my energy goes — and I choose myself.

  • The First Thing I Ever Did on the Internet

    The first thing I ever did on the internet wasn’t productive, educational, or age-appropriate. It was curiosity unleashed with zero adult supervision.

    Chat rooms.

    AIM.

    Usernames that made me feel cooler than I was.

    Away messages that were basically emotional landmines.

    We didn’t scroll endlessly — we waited. We didn’t multitask — the computer couldn’t handle it and neither could we. Conversations felt intentional because you had to work for them.

    The internet felt like a secret world. You logged on, explored, and logged off. It didn’t follow you everywhere. It didn’t live in your pocket. It didn’t know everything about you.

    That early internet taught me how to communicate, how to observe people, how to read tone without visuals. It was messy, chaotic, and formative as hell.

    Tomorrow’s prompt: Things that raised me besides my parents.

  • Still Showing Up Counts (Even When You’re Over It)

    Some mornings you wake up already tired of a day that hasn’t even started yet.

    Your body hurts. Your brain is loud. Your patience is nonexistent. And the idea of “doing your best” feels like a personal attack.

    This is your reminder that showing up is still an achievement.

    We’ve been fed this idea that if we’re not thriving, we’re failing. That if we’re not motivated, glowing, productive, and grateful, then something must be wrong with us. But real life doesn’t work like that — and neither do real people.

    Some days, the win is simply not quitting.

    Today’s affirmation isn’t about hustle or healing. It’s about endurance.

    Today, I affirm this:

    I do not need to be inspired to be effective.

    I do not need to be energetic to be worthy.

    I do not need to pretend I’m okay to keep moving forward.

    I am allowed to move through the day in survival mode if that’s what today requires.

    Showing up looks different every day. Sometimes it’s big progress. Sometimes it’s quiet persistence. Sometimes it’s doing the bare minimum because the bare minimum is all you’ve got.

    And that still counts.

    I release the guilt of not doing “enough.”

    I release the pressure to outperform myself.

    I release the lie that rest or struggle means failure.

    I honor the version of me that got out of bed anyway.

    That answered the email.

    That fed the kids.

    That ran the business.

    That handled the chaos without applause.

    I showed up.

    And that is enough for today.