The Day My Life Decided to be a Soap Opera… and I Still Laughed
Day 15; 11 Aug 2025
Some days, life plays like a low-budget daytime drama. You know the kind — too many subplots, dramatic pauses in all the wrong places, and that one scene where you actually laugh because, well… what else can you do?
Today had all the makings of an episode I didn’t audition for:
- A house that’s been on the market for months, but now the co-star doesn’t want to sell.
- An unexpected chat with a character from Season 1 (yes, that one).
- A suspiciously dramatic act of destruction involving a vehicle.
- A high-stakes career opportunity making yet another cameo appearance.
The Plot Twist
Here’s the fun part — not all of this is real. Some of it actually happened, some of it I made up, and some of it I’ll never tell.
Why? Because in the middle of the chaos, I realized life is more fun when you leave a little room for mystery.
So, dear reader… can you tell the difference?
Today’s Episode Highlights
🎭 Real estate subplot: Will they sign? Will they stall? Will the “For Sale” sign start growing roots? Stay tuned.
💔 Cameo Appearance: Against all my declarations of “never again,” there we were, having an actual good conversation. No one saw that plotline coming.
🔥 Torched drama: Let’s just say there is a possibility that a certain something had a… fiery exit from the storyline.
💼 Career arc: A Senior Manager role at a dream company popped up again — for the third time. Is this persistence or fate trying to get my attention?
💪 Main character energy: Despite the plot twists, I’m still here. Smiling. Planning. Not just surviving — rewriting the script.
Quote for the Day
“Life may be unpredictable, but so is the moment it all starts going right.”
Your Challenge
Which parts are true? Which are fiction? Which are a blend?
Leave your guesses in the comments — I might just spill the truth in a future episode. Or maybe I’ll add another twist.
Because around here, the only thing you can count on is that the story’s never over.
The Next Chapter – 'Real or Fiction?' Mini-Playlist
The Next Chapter - Real or Fiction? - playlist by The Next Chapter by Stacey | Spotify
Shake It Out – Florence + The Machine
https://open.spotify.com/track/1bM3di89Z9GeV3m9PttCbu
Stronger (What Doesn't Kill You) – Kelly Clarkson
https://open.spotify.com/track/6JYIg1gY5mVfU6Xr0ov8gK
Unwritten – Natasha Bedingfield
https://open.spotify.com/track/6l8GvAyoUZwWDgF1e4822w
Dog Days Are Over – Florence + The Machine
https://open.spotify.com/track/1YLJVmuzeM2YSUkCCaTNub
Fight Song – Rachel Platten
https://open.spotify.com/track/37f4ITSlgPX81ad2EvmVQr
—Much Love,
Stacey
Day 14 – The Parts We Keep Hidden
10 Aug 2025
There are parts of ourselves we never put on display.
Not because they’re unimportant, but because they’re fragile.
They’re the emotions that catch in our throats, the wants we can barely admit to ourselves, the dreams we tuck away in quiet corners where no one else can touch them. We keep them hidden for many reasons — fear of getting hurt, fear of making a fool of ourselves, lack of confidence, or simply not knowing how to stand open, raw, and vulnerable in front of another person.
Sometimes it’s easier to let the world see only the version of us that’s safe. The version that doesn’t risk rejection. The version that smiles, nods, and keeps the deeper truths locked away.
But I wonder… what would happen if we didn’t?
If we laid it all out there — the messy, unpolished, entirely human parts of us? Would we find more connection, or more pain? Would we be met with understanding, or with silence?
I don’t have the answer yet. I only know that the parts we keep hidden are often the parts that most need to be seen.
Spotify; “All I Want” – Kodaline
Prompt:
What is one part of yourself — a feeling, a dream, a truth — that you’ve kept hidden? What would it take for you to let it be seen?
—Stacey
Day 13 – The Question That Never Really Goes Away
10 Aug 2025
Have you ever had someone who drifts in and out of your life, yet never really leaves it?
No matter how many years pass, or what those years bring, somehow they find a way back in.
You don’t speak the truth of it — not fully. The feelings stay between the lines, unspoken but understood in small moments. Moments when you’re allowed to be there, to show up, to offer a quiet kind of care that doesn’t need words.
And yet, beneath that steady rhythm, there’s a question that won’t go away:
What does this connection truly mean?
Is it comfort, or is it habit?
Is it love, or just the memory of it?
Do we keep letting each other back in because we’re meant to, or because we don’t know how to close the door for good?
I don’t have the answers tonight. I just know that this connection has survived things most relationships can’t. And that alone is enough to keep me wondering.
But how do you decide when it’s time to finally figure it out — to lay all the cards on the table — or to finally walk away? How do you know when the wondering has run its course?
Some days aren’t for sorting it all out.
Some days are for sitting with the questions and letting the answers come in their own time.
Tonight is one of those days.
🎵 Spotify Pairing: “Back to December” – Taylor Swift
Back To December • Taylor Swift
—Stacey
Day 12 – Choosing What to Carry
08 Aug 2025
Some words are heavy. They carry the weight of old memories, old patterns, and the ache of realizing that not everyone sees relationships as sacred spaces. Sometimes they see them as tools — something to adjust, display, or rearrange when it fits their own needs.
I heard one of those sentences today. It wasn’t cruel on the surface, but the intent behind it was clear. And in that moment, I felt the familiar pull — the temptation to let it stir anger, frustration, and the exhaustion of déjà vu.
But here’s the truth: not every word spoken to you is meant for you to keep. Some words are better left exactly where they fall. I chose to leave those words behind today. Not slamming the door, not starting a war — simply refusing to give them a place in my heart.
And then, the day shifted.
I ended it with one of the few men I know I can always rely on — my son. His beautiful wife, the daughter I never had, filled the kitchen with warmth as she cooked a delicious dinner. Meanwhile, my son and I tackled the pool equipment at the New Mexico house — a.k.a. the “Fortress.” What was supposed to be a simple job turned into hours of patience-testing problem solving, ending with me absolutely covered in stagnant skimmer and drain water. My son found this hilarious. I found it grounding.
Because sometimes, life’s balance is restored not by the big victories, but by the small, everyday moments — the laughter, the teamwork, and the people who remind you why you keep showing up for the fight.
“At the end of the day, let there be no excuses, no explanations, no regrets.” – Steve Maraboli
Daily Reflection Prompt:
When was the last time you chose not to hold onto someone’s words? What or who helped you feel grounded again afterward?
🎵 Spotify Pairing: “Keep Your Head Up” – Ben Howardhttps://open.spotify.com/search/%20%22Keep%20Your%20Head%20Up%22%20by%20Ben%20Howard
Closing Thought:
Today reminded me that I get to decide what I carry forward — and what I leave behind. And I will always carry the moments that keep my heart steady.
—Until tomorrow,
Stacey
🌿 Day 11 – When It’s Time to Move On
07 Aug 2025
Life has a way of showing us signs. Sometimes they’re subtle—a quiet feeling of restlessness, a thought that keeps whispering, “this isn’t where you’re meant to stay.” Other times, the signs are loud, sudden, and impossible to ignore. Whether it’s a friendship that’s grown distant, a relationship that’s no longer healthy, or a job that’s draining your spirit, there comes a moment when the only real choice is to move on.
Recognizing the Signs
Moving on isn’t always about anger or loss. Sometimes it’s simply about growth.
• You’ve outgrown the conversations, the space, or the energy.
• You feel more drained than inspired.
• You’re staying out of habit, fear, or obligation—not joy.
When those signs show up, they’re not failures. They’re invitations to choose yourself.
When You Can Plan the Exit
Planned goodbyes give you the gift of grace and preparation.
• Reflect: What is your why for moving on?
• Plan: Map your next steps—financially, emotionally, logistically.
• Close Well: Leave with gratitude, even if it’s just for the lessons learned.
When Life Decides For You
Sometimes we don’t get the luxury of planning. A breakup, a job loss, a betrayal—they can hit without warning. In those moments:
• Feel First: Let yourself grieve, cry, or even rage. Your emotions are valid.
• Anchor: Find small, grounding habits—morning coffee, a daily walk, a phone call to someone who cares.
• Remind Yourself: The ending was not the end of you.
Rebuilding the Plan
Once the dust settles, start to rebuild.
• Identify what you want more of and what you’ll never accept again.
My answers:
More of: respect, honesty, to be seen, to have my voice heard
Never accept: lying, cheating, lack of accountability, to not be a priority
• Write down three small, actionable steps toward your next chapter:
Steps:
Continue my blog as it is allowing me to heal by finding my voice
Give myself permission to say “NO”
Allow myself to “Feel”
Spotify Track – Let It Go by James Bay
https://open.spotify.com/track/13HVjjWUZFaWilh2QUJKsP
Closing Thought
Surround yourself with people and environments that pour into you, not drain you.
Every chapter—whether planned or unexpected—offers the same opportunity: to decide who you will be on the next page. Moving on isn’t giving up. It’s moving toward the life you’re meant to live.
—Stacey
Day 10: Still Not Free, But Still Moving Forward
💔 Day 10: Still Not Free, But Still Moving Forward
Today was supposed to bring closure — or at least a step closer. But like so many days in this process, I walked out of court with no final answers. Just another delay. Another appointment. Another holding pattern. Mediation. October. No resolution.
He still won’t agree to give me half of what *we* built together. Not what *he* built. What *we* built. With my love. My time. My sacrifices. My whole damn soul.
I’m not angry.
I’m not even sad anymore.
Just... disappointed.
Because at one point, he admitted it. That it was his fault. That he let people twist his mind, break our foundation, convince him to turn his back on me. He admitted it — and still, no apology that meant something. No restitution. Just avoidance and silence.
And yet...
Today someone read my blog and said it resonated.
*It helped.*
*It made her feel seen.*
And in that moment — all the legal chaos, the betrayal, the emotional exhaustion — it didn’t win. Because this voice, my story, is no longer just mine.
It’s reaching people. It’s creating something out of everything that tried to break me.
So no, I’m not free yet.
But I’m moving forward.
And *we're* doing something, aren’t we?
🎧 Today’s Soundtrack:
**“I’m Still Standing” – Elton John**
https://open.spotify.com/search/I%E2%80%99m%20Still%20Standing%E2%80%9D%20%E2%80%93%20Elton%20John
Because even on days where I feel like the system is holding me back… I’m still here. Still rising. Still *me.*
📣 If today’s post resonated with you, I’d love to hear from you. Feel free to share this blog or leave a comment. Healing is always more powerful when we don’t do it alone.
—Still Me,
Stacey
Day 9: Was the Wine Guy Flirting…? Asking for a Friend (a 55-Year-Old One)
Date: August 06, 2025
Author: Stacey Sylvester-Carter
Some stories don’t come with a moral. Some stories just come with a smile—and maybe a bottle of bad orange wine.
A few weeks ago, I was home in New York and made a pitstop at a local wine and liquor shop with my friend Liz. We were standing there, studying the shelves like we were about to sit for an exam on wine varietals, when 'The Wine Guy' appeared. You know the type—confident, friendly, and mildly mysterious. He asked if we needed help, and we pointed to a bottle of orange wine we were considering.
He admitted he hadn’t tried it and didn’t know anyone who had. I decided to buy it anyway and he told me to make sure I let him know how it was. It was a casual exchange. I thought nothing of it.
But then, as I was at the counter checking out, he reappeared—out of nowhere—just over my left shoulder. He gave me a discount, smiled, and said again, 'Let me know how that orange wine is.'
According to Liz, his tone, body language, and entire energy were *flirt central*. Me? I’m 55 and apparently completely oblivious to flirting unless someone literally hands me a card that says, 'Hi, I am flirting with you.'
I later posted in the local Facebook group to tell the anonymous Wine Guy: definitely do *not* recommend the orange wine. (It was a hard no.) And just like that, I’m probably never going to see him again.
But here’s the thing: That five-minute exchange? It mattered.
It was one of those nights where I needed to feel something good. To laugh. To smile. To feel seen. Not by a man. Just... by life. And even though I still have no clue if he was flirting or just doing his job with flair, I walked out of that store lighter.
I’m eight months separated now. I don’t really know how to 'start again.' The thought of dating is… strange. Weird. Uncomfortable. I don’t even know what the rules are anymore. Am I supposed to download an app? Do people still meet in person? And if someone *was* flirting with me, would I even recognize it before they walked away?
The girls at work loved this story. They said it should be a blog post. So here it is: Stacey, at 55, unsure if the Wine Guy was flirting, unsure if she’s ready to flirt back, and learning that sometimes, a smile from a stranger is enough for one evening.
Maybe the real message isn’t about dating or decoding signals or second chances. Maybe it’s just this: We’re allowed to feel good again. To let joy sneak in through unexpected moments. To laugh with a friend over a bad bottle of wine. To notice someone noticing us, even if we don’t quite know what to do with it yet.
🎵 Spotify Pairing: “Good Kisser” by Lake Street Dive
Good Kisser • Lake Street Dive
One day, maybe I’ll be ready. Maybe I’ll flirt back. But for now? I’m just grateful for the smile.
And no, seriously… skip the orange wine.
“Because every chapter counts — even the ones that smell like orange wine.”
— Stacey
Day 8: Messages I Wish Someone Had Sent Me
Date: August 05, 2025
Author: Stacey Sylvester-Carter
There are days I scroll through my phone, not really looking for anything — just hoping something will find me. A quote. A message. A reminder that someone sees me. That someone knows.
But sometimes, the message never comes.
So today, I decided to write the ones I wish someone had sent me. Maybe they’re for you, too.
💌 To the woman who’s holding it all together but feels like she’s unraveling:
You don’t always have to be strong. You don’t have to smile when your heart is breaking. It’s okay to let the pieces fall — because they weren’t meant to be carried like this forever.
💌 To the woman who gave too many chances:
You didn’t fail because you loved deeply. You are not weak because you hoped. That says nothing about your worth and everything about your heart. Please stop punishing yourself for their inability to grow.
💌 To the woman sitting in silence, wondering if anyone notices:
I see you. Your quiet strength echoes louder than their noise. You are not invisible. You are not forgettable. You matter — more than you know.
💌 To the woman who forgave what she should have walked away from:
You did what you needed to survive. Survival doesn’t make you foolish. It makes you brave. But now? Now you get to choose something better. You get to choose you.
💌 To me, in the middle of the storm:
You won’t always feel this heavy. The nights will get quieter. The tears won’t always sting. There will come a time when you won’t have to pretend to be okay — because you will be.
Maybe no one ever sent these words when I needed them most. But that ends today. Because I’m sending them now — to myself, and to you, if you need them too.
We don’t always get the messages we need in time. But healing begins when we write them anyway.
🎵 Spotify Pairing:
“Rescue” by Lauren Daigle
A reminder that you're never truly alone, even in your silence.
https://open.spotify.com/track/7r9kOxiNDnkAg5QKqtyjVk
Because every chapter counts — even the ones we write in the dark.
– Stacey
Day 7: When Goodbye Still Hurts
Goodbye still hurts—not because I want them back, but because of everything I gave that can’t be returned.
It’s not the loss of the person that aches most—it’s the loss of the version of myself I was when I believed. Believed in them. Believed in us. Believed in the future we promised each other.
It’s the goodbye to the girl who tried. The woman who stayed. The heart that gave without keeping score. That part of me didn’t walk away empty—it walked away bruised, questioning, and changed.
Maybe that’s what hurts the most: the quiet realization that I was never truly seen in return. That while I was all in, they were already drifting out. And still, I held on, thinking love could fix what truth had already exposed.
The pain isn’t just about them. It’s about me. The parts I silenced. The needs I ignored. The worth I questioned. The grief comes not from absence, but from awakening.
And yet, I’m still here. Softer in some ways. Sharper in others. Learning to love without losing. To remember without reopening. To say goodbye and mean it.
Reflective Prompt: What part of your goodbye still lingers—and is it them you miss, or the version of yourself you were with them?
🎵 Song pairing: “Jar of Hearts” – Christina Perri
https://open.spotify.com/search/%E2%80%9CJar%20of%20Hearts%E2%80%9D%20%E2%80%93%20Christina%20Perri
💬 Quote: “Goodbye hurts most when it’s tied to the pieces of yourself you gave away.”
With honesty,
Stacey
Day 6: Those Who Impacted Me
There are people who enter our lives like storms—loud, disruptive, and unforgettable. Some leave behind wreckage. Others leave behind wisdom.
Some do both.
Tonight I find myself reflecting on the faces and fingerprints that have marked my soul. Some I invited in. Others forced their way through the cracks I didn’t know were there.
And whether they came with love, pain, or lessons—each one shaped me.
There were those who built me up, piece by fragile piece. And those who broke me down, just to remind me I could survive.
Some I loved fiercely. Some I feared. And some I’m still trying to figure out.
To the ones who saw my worth when I couldn’t: Thank you.
To the ones who used my heart as a mirror for their own damage: I forgive you. But I won’t forget.
To the ones who walked away without ever seeing me: You reminded me I needed to see myself first!
Every connection, no matter how brief or brutal, added a verse to my story. Some read like poetry. Others like warning signs.
But each one helped me become a woman who chooses herself. Again and again.
Journal Prompt: Who has impacted your life—positively or painfully? What did you learn about yourself in those moments of connection?
Spotify Song Pairing: https://open.spotify.com/track/2QUenCbs1tWfw1cQE4pV8C
And to the ones I’ve loved—imperfectly, You taught me that love alone is not always enough.
Closing Words: You are not defined by what others did to you. You are the story you choose to tell about it.
And tonight, you chose truth.
— Stacey
Day 5: Conversations with the Past Subtitle: Acknowledging the grief I buried for ten years
I acknowledge that I have not dealt with the loss of my son, even though it has been ten years.
At the time, my grief was pushed to the dark recesses, both by those who felt my grief — as the mother, the giver of life — was somehow secondary to theirs, and by me.
Because it was easier to survive than to feel. It was easier to push the loss down than to let it swallow me.
I focused on my oldest son, who was still here. Who needed me more than ever. Who became the reason I stayed.
Because there was a part of me that didn’t want to. There was a part of me that wanted to follow my youngest. That wanted to be where he was, regardless of the cost.
No one tells you how complex grief is. That it will ask you to choose between the living and the dead. That it will make you feel guilty for surviving. That it will make you forget how to breathe, and then shame you when you remember.
But tonight, I sit with it. Not to fix it. Not to erase it. But to finally say:
I lost my child. And I buried my grief so deep that I forgot it was mine.
This conversation with the past isn’t about blame. It’s about reclaiming the parts of me I abandoned in the name of survival. It’s about allowing myself to finally grieve out loud.
In Loving Memory Kyle Evan Kirby September 12, 1991 – February 19, 2015
Conquer: Wake up Determined, Go to Bed Satisfied.
This pays tribute to Kyle but also shows that his life was taken far too soon. Kyle was an old soul who always seemed to know beyond his years. His essence was strength, courage, and pure joy. He never saw what everyone else saw. He saw more. He felt more. He loved harder.
I walk through life because my journey is not done, but there is not a day in which I do not wonder when I will get to see him again.
And when I do, I will wrap my arms around him so tightly, I will never let him go.
Journal Prompt: What part of your grief have you silenced in order to survive? What would it feel like to give that grief your full attention?
Spotify Song Pairing: "See You Again" – Wiz Khalifa ft. Charlie Puth
https://open.spotify.com/track/2JzZzZUQj3Qff7wapcbKjc
https://open.spotify.com/track/3DomZqfPipT9EJzZ2CzUeB
Every chapter counts — even the ones you thought were too painful to write. Especially those.
Tonight, speak to the part of you that still aches. It deserves to be heard.
Until tomorrow, hold space for your heart. Some wounds don't need to be healed to be honored. And some chapters will always echo with love.
— Stacey
Day 4 – Where the Storms Brew
"Not all debris is visible. Some storms leave rubble you carry inside — the kind no one sees, but you still trip over."
31 Jul 2025
Some storms don’t crash down suddenly.
Some storms build inside us — quietly, steadily, emotionally.
A memory. A voice. A name you still whisper in your mind sometimes, even after everything.
There are people I still care about.
Some I even love — though I know they will never love me the way I need.
They won’t choose me.
They won’t protect me.
They won’t put me first.
And yet, they live in me like thunder rolling on the horizon.
They rise when I’m most vulnerable — when I’m aching, lonely, tired of being strong.
They show up in dreams I don’t invite.
But here’s what I know now:
I cannot trust my heart where they are concerned.
Because my heart is soft — and they are sharp.
My heart forgives — and they forget.
So today, I let go.
Not with anger. Not with hatred.
With release.
Because peace doesn’t come from silence.
It comes from surrendering what no longer serves the person I am becoming.
Journal Prompt:
What storm are you still holding inside?
Who do you love that you know you must let go of — not because they were never important, but because you finally are?
Spotify Song Pairing:
“Let Her Go” – Passenger
https://open.spotify.com/track/3U4isOIWM3VvDubwSI3y7a
Closing Words:
Every chapter counts — even the ones where love wasn’t enough.
Even the ones you write with a trembling hand and a heavy heart.
Especially those.
Until tomorrow, honor your storm,
Stacey
Day 3 – The Silence Between the Storms
There’s a kind of stillness that settles in after the chaos. It’s not always peaceful—sometimes, it’s unnerving.
Date: July 31, 2025
There’s a kind of stillness that settles in after the chaos. It’s not always peaceful—sometimes, it’s unnerving. The absence of noise leaves only your thoughts, echoing through your chest like thunder after lightning.
Today, I sat in that silence. No distractions, no arguments, no desperate attempts to be understood. Just me. And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t flinch at the quiet. I didn’t try to fill it with apologies or noise. I let it be.
I think part of healing is learning to love the silence. Not because it’s empty, but because it holds space for truth. For strength. For the parts of me that were drowned out by the sound of someone else’s chaos.
This silence isn’t lonely. It’s sacred.
Journal Reflection Prompt
In what ways has silence brought you clarity or discomfort? Can you learn to sit in it without needing to fill it?
Spotify Link
🎧 "I Won’t Back Down" – Tom Petty
🔗 https://open.spotify.com/track/4XMPXUn5k9zhzpNnLkKJt1
Every chapter counts — especially the ones still unwritten.
Until tomorrow, be gentle with yourself,
Stacey
Day 1: The First Page of the Rest of My Life
It all begins with an idea.
Posted on: 28 Jul 2025
Category: Personal Journey, Healing, New Beginnings
This is Day 1.
Not just of this blog, but of choosing myself.
Of showing up for the woman I forgot in the chaos of being everything for everyone else.
Of allowing my voice to be louder than my fears.
Of believing that it’s never too late to begin again.
Why I’m Here
This blog isn’t about being perfect. It’s about being real.
I’ve lived through storms that no one saw coming.
I’ve loved people who didn’t know how to love me back.
I’ve stayed quiet when I should’ve roared.
I’ve started over more times than I can count.
And now I’m here—not to give advice, but to offer a mirror.
If you’ve ever felt like your story was too messy to share, I hope you’ll find comfort here.
If you’ve ever looked at your reflection and wondered where you went, I hope you’ll find pieces of yourself in my words.
💭 Today’s Reflection Prompt:
What do you need to let go of to step fully into the next chapter of your life?
Write it in your journal.
Whisper it to the wind.
Drop it in the comments.
Just… speak it. Set it free.
🎶 Today’s Soundtrack:
“It’s Not Over” – Daughtry
Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/3WkW8Jxzy0PgnwRbZbZp1N
Because your story isn’t finished.
(If link does not function, left click - highlight, right click - chose option; go to https://open.spotify.com/track/3WkW8Jxzy0PgnwRbZbZp1N)
🌿 Closing Words
I don’t know where this road leads,
and for once… I’m okay with that.
This is The Next Chapter—and it begins today,
with me… and with you.
Welcome to the journey.
With grace,
Stacey
Day 2: For All to See
29 Jul 2025
Today, I carry a scar on my face—one placed by a surgeon, not by life’s emotional battles. Yet somehow, it feels no different. This wound, stitched carefully across the side of my nose and the crease of my face, is now part of my visible story. And unlike the wounds of betrayal, abandonment, or self-burden that I’ve always managed to hide, this one demands to be seen.
There’s no makeup to cover it.
No smile wide enough to disguise it.
No strength strong enough to ignore it.
And I wonder… maybe that’s the point.
I have carried invisible scars for so long that I became an expert at blending in. But now, for the first time, my hurt is exposed. People will ask. They will stare. And while some will do so with kindness, others will do so with judgment.
But neither matters.
Because this is the season I stop hiding.
This is the season I let my scars speak.
This is the season I tell the truth.
Not just the truth about my face, but the truth about my heart, my past, my resilience.
So here it is, for all to see: I have been hurt, I have been lied to, and I have believed I wasn’t enough. But I survived.
And I’ll keep surviving.
Scar by scar.
Chapter by chapter.
Until the woman in the mirror no longer hides.
Closing Reflections
🔗 Spotify Track of the Day
🎶 Scars to Your Beautiful – Alessia Cara
Play this song as today’s reflection sinks in. Let every lyric remind you that your truth, your scars, and your strength are beautiful.
Listen here: https://open.spotify.com/track/42ydLwx4i5V49RXHOozJZq
🌀 Journal Reflection Prompt
What scars—visible or not—have shaped your journey?
Write about the ones you’ve hidden and the ones you’re ready to honor, not as shame, but as survival.
✨ Today’s Truth
“This is the season I stop hiding. This is the season I let my scars speak.”
Welcome to the journey.
With grace,
Stacey