01/19/2026
Journal Entry — January 19th, 2026
(Reflecting on Sunday, January 18th, 2026)
Sunday was absolutely the most fantastic day I’ve had in what feels like forever.
It began with something so simple, yet so sacred: a slow start. No rushing. No urgency. No pressure to become anything other than what I already was.
I woke up and immediately felt the softness of the day meeting me with open hands.
And then~like the Universe knew exactly what my spirit had been craving~I realized my roommate and her dog were gone for the day.
I had the house to myself.
And I cannot even describe what that felt like… other than delectable.
A gift.
A holy kind of quiet.
A rare moment where my energy could finally stretch out, breathe, and belong fully in the space it was occupying.
It was as if the entire home became a sanctuary~not because anything changed externally, but because I was finally alone with myself.
Alone with my truth.
Alone with my soul.
Alone with the part of me that has been waiting to return to center.
I meditated.
I journaled.
I wrote.
I drew soulful stories and artwork like my spirit had been holding its breath for weeks, and suddenly remembered it was allowed to exhale.
I was on cloud 270 gazillion.
And what made it even more perfect was the weather~windy, chilly, and almost commanding me to stay inside.
It was one of those days where the world outside looked like it would ask too much of me… so I decided I was going absolutely nowhere.
I chose being.
I chose stillness.
I chose the quiet kind of power that comes from saying:
“Today is for me.”
And in that space… something deeper opened.
I went into deeper thought. I gave myself something I hadn’t been able to access in a long time: review time. The kind of honest, compassionate review where you don’t judge yourself~you simply witness. You look at what’s been heavy. You look at what’s been lingering. You look at what’s been living in your field that you didn’t even realize you were carrying.
Because lately, I’ve been feeling heavy energetically. Heavy-hearted.
Like something was clinging to me, pulling on me, dulling my shine.
But yesterday… I was finally ready.
And when I looked deeper, I didn’t crumble.
I didn’t run.
I didn’t avoid.
I met myself.
I met the stored emotions.
The hidden energetic weight.
The outdated attachments.
The silent burdens I didn’t even know I was still holding. And once I became aware of them, I did what I do best:
I cleared them.
I removed them.
I released them.
And then I replaced them with something better.
Something higher.
Something truer.
Yesterday was an energetically supportive day~one that felt like a major completion.
I came out of it with a greater understanding, and I can feel it in my body today:
I feel lighter.
I feel brighter.
I feel cleaner inside.
I feel like I kicked some energetic ass.
And I’m grateful~not just for the peace, but for the clarity. For the way my soul showed me what needed to be seen, only when I was ready to see it.
Today, I woke up with the most positive attitude… and that alone feels like a miracle.
I can feel myself taking hold of my new morning rituals and devotions. Not as something I “should” do, but as something I genuinely want to do~because they are feeding me on every level:
Mentally.
Emotionally.
Spiritually.
Creatively.
And beyond even what I can label.
I am owning my creativity again.
Not as a hobby.
Not as something extra.
But as a spiritual language. A devotion.
A return. And there was another powerful piece to yesterday: I chose not to eat.
I drank water.
I drank teas.
I drank hot chocolate.
But I didn’t eat food~and my body feels so good today.
Clear.
Clean.
Aligned.
It feels like something is being rinsed out of me.
Like my system is detoxing not just physically, but energetically too.
It is Like my body is saying:
“Thank you for listening.”
And then… the night ended with magic.
I felt called to create a story for a friend of mine and draw a picture for her.
It didn’t look exactly like her~not in the traditional sense. But it looked like the way I see her. The way I feel her. The way her energy translates through my heart.
And I wrote about everything I know about her. Everything I’ve witnessed. Everything I’ve felt between her words. Everything she’s been carrying.
I sent it to her through text… and shortly after, I got a phone call.
Her emotions were real. Tender. Honest. Alive.
And it was exactly what I thought would happen.
She told me:
“This is me. This is so me.”
And in that moment, I felt it~clear as day:
This is proof that I listen.
This is proof that I feel.
This is proof that I translate soul.
And it also awakened something inside me:
Why not do this for others too?
Not necessarily the drawing~because my drawings won’t look exactly like someone.
They will always be the way I perceive them.
But the stories…
The stories are the part that will get you.
The stories are the part that will open people.
The stories are the part that reminds them:
“Someone sees me.”
Because I am not just writing words.
I am engaging with soul.
I am in divine connection when I create.
I am aligned when I listen.
I am in truth when I translate what I feel into language.
Yesterday reminded me that my gift is not small.
My gift is not random.
My gift is not accidental.
It is spiritual.
It is real.
It is needed.
And today, I begin again~with gratitude.
Thank you, Universe.
Thank you, Higher Self.
Thank you to all who love and support me.
I am stepping into alignment.
I am returning to my divine truth.
I am engaging with soul~fully.
And I can feel it:
This is the beginning of something beautiful.
