Tag: dailyprompt

  • If I Could Sit Across From My Teenage Self

    If I Could Sit Across From My Teenage Self

    If I could sit across from my teenage self — knees pulled to my chest, heart a little too loud, trying so hard to be enough — I wouldn’t overwhelm her with a long speech. I would simply say this: You are not behind. You don’t have to rush love.You don’t have to shrink to…

  • Home Is Right Where I Am

    Home Is Right Where I Am

    If I could live anywhere in the world, I’d still choose right here—Pasadena, California. The land of the free, home of the brave… though lately, it doesn’t always feel that way. Still, I hold onto hope for a better tomorrow. Pasadena has this quiet magic about it. There’s Vroman’s Bookstore, my absolute favorite spot to…

  • If I Had Three Magic Genie Wishes

    If I Had Three Magic Genie Wishes

    If a genie ever appeared before me, shimmering in that swirl of gold and mystery, I think I’d pause before blurting out anything. Not because I don’t have dreams—but because I’d want my wishes to matter. Not just to make life easier, but to make it fuller. Wish #1: Clarity—always.More than success, I’d ask for…

  • What principles define how you live?

    What principles define how you live?

    For me, the principles that define how I live were shaped by both pain and resilience. After my accident, I realized life is too fragile to live on autopilot. So I try to live by three guiding truths: First, authenticity. I refuse to wear masks anymore. I want to show up as I am—flawed, growing,…

  • 🎶 What Would Your Life Be Like Without Music?

    🎶 What Would Your Life Be Like Without Music?

    It’s hard to imagine a world without music. Without it, our days would feel a little emptier, our hearts a little quieter. Music is not just background noise—it’s a companion, a healer, and sometimes, a translator of feelings we can’t quite put into words. Think about it: how many times has a song carried you…

  • Why do i blog?

    Why do i blog?

    Because words have always been my way of breathing. Writing feels like unclenching a fist I didn’t know I was holding. It’s where I lay down the weight I carry, where I untangle the knots in my chest, and where I remind myself—and hopefully someone else—that even in the mess, there’s still meaning. I blog…

  • How am I feeling right now?

    Sad. Lonely. A little depressed. Some days carry a heaviness I can’t fully name, only feel. And that’s okay. Not every moment has to be painted with light. Sometimes acknowledging the shadows is part of the healing too. I remind myself that even in this space, I’m still breathing, still showing up, still finding words…

  • The Last Thing That Got Me Excited

    This past weekend, I stumbled across a story I had written years ago. It was a fantasy about someone I had a crush on back in college. As I read it, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of longing wash over me. The writing was good—better than I had even remembered. It carried so…

  • what brings me peace

    Daily Writing Prompt: What brings you peace? Peace, to me, is more than just the absence of chaos—it’s a feeling that fills every corner of my heart. It begins with knowing my loved ones are safe. That simple assurance becomes the anchor that steadies me, no matter what’s going on in the world. Sometimes, peace…

  • 🌿 The Strength of Fragile Faith: When Cracked Hearts Hold God’s Light

    🌿 The Strength of Fragile Faith: When Cracked Hearts Hold God’s Light

    By: Nayerie Youssefianwww.phoenixjourney.com Clarity Cookie: My faith deepened not when life was predictable—but when it shattered. I used to think faith looked polished. Perfect. Like a Sunday best with hands lifted high and prayers spoken with confidence. But my real faith? It was born in brokenness. I coach today not because I know all the…