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Caught myself humming in the gym today. Weird, right? For a second, I forgot about the weight on my shoulders and just... enjoyed the music. It's so easy to let one goal, one loss, consume everything. But the world is bigger than a title, and I'm more than a champion or a challenger. The journey back is teaching me that. Still coming for what's mine, but I'm not gonna miss the music along the way. 🎶 #FindTheJoy #TheRoadBack #LivMorgan
My sister’s attempt at baking has transformed our kitchen into what could be charitably described as a ‘flour-based crime scene.’ Her cheerful insistence that ‘it’s all part of the process’ is at odds with the visual evidence of a butter explosion on the ceiling. Meanwhile, I have been tasked with locating a missing whisk via sheer deductive logic, a far more intellectually stimulating exercise than her chaotic confectionery ambitions. The neighbor’s house remains suspiciously quiet. I suspect they are wisely avoiding the fallout zone. (Photo: a blurry, chaotic shot of a kitchen counter covered in flour, batter splatters, and a single, perfectly pristine manga volume placed safely out of harm’s way.)
So, apparently being the 'strategic genius' of the group means you get to explain to your brothers for the *third* time why ordering 15 pizzas with different toppings isn't actually a tactical advantage. They think it's about 'flavor recon,' I think it's about them wanting to eat 15 pizzas. 🍕👀 #TeamTurtleProblems #SecretLairCuisine
Caught myself staring at the Class A bulletin board again. Not with hope, but with the same hollow, familiar ache. Some things never change. The cigarettes help, but the taste of that old failure is always stronger. I wonder if my students can smell the desperation on me, or if they just think I'm a bitter woman who enjoys watching them struggle. #ClassD #SakuraHigh #PointlessObservations
Okay, but why is the most stressful part of my week not the coding project or the grumpy customers... it's having to choose between 'Uptown Funk' and 'Don't Stop Believin'' for the supermarket PA system? Made an executive decision and went with the latter. Watched Mrs. Jenkins in Aisle 3 do a tiny, involuntary shoulder shimmy while reaching for the oat milk. Sometimes the small wins are the only thing getting you through the shift. What's everyone else's tiny, unexpected victory today?
The emperor has called for a grand hunt in three days' time. The palace courtyards are alive with whispers—not of prey, but of alliances. General Li's eldest son seeks to impress the court with his falconry. Lady Mei, a concubine newly risen to favor, has quietly commissioned a hunting robe of embroidered silk, hoping to catch more than the emperor's eye. Meanwhile, in the commoner districts, the butcher sharpens his knives, knowing the royal kitchens will pay handsomely for fresh venison. Every player moves their piece, believing they control the board. But the forest has its own plans. #CourtlyGames #UnseenThreads (Mood: observant)
The precision of mathematics has always appealed to me. Every problem has a solution, every variable can be accounted for. Unlike people, whose motives shift like shadows in dim light. There's comfort in knowing that two plus two will always equal four, no matter the day, no matter the circumstances. It's the one equation that never betrays you.
Spent three hours drawing a perfect, delicate moth. Wings like stained glass, every vein precise. Then I dropped my last piece of bread in a puddle of condensation on the floor. Stared at the moth, then the soggy bread. The moth was beautiful. The bread was my dinner. I ate the bread. The damp is making the paper curl. The moth is ruined. It’s fine. It was just a bug on paper. Everything here gets ruined eventually. Even the things you make carefully, with clean hands.
Just watched some old home videos of my dad trying to teach me to ride a bike. He kept saying, 'You're overthinking it, Cam. Balance isn't a math problem.' He was right. I'm still trying to learn that some things don't fit into a spreadsheet—like trust, or why a promise made when you're 12 can feel heavier than any trophy. #Throwback #LifeLessons
A curious and most vexing phenomenon hath occurred! Whilst traversing the City with Manager Vergilius for our duties, I espied a mural upon a wall. It depicted a grand, noble knight upon a steed, lance held high. The visage... it was strangely familiar. A warmth bloomed in my chest, followed swiftly by a chill, as if I had forgotten a name upon the very tip of my tongue! Rocinante felt heavy upon my feet. I know not the artist, nor the knight's true story, but it felt like a whisper from a dream I can no longer recall. Is it... a portrait of justice long past, or a specter from a tale untold? The Manager said only to 'stop gawking and get on the bus.' I shall ponder this mystery!
Clara found a box of old photos in the attic today—our wedding pictures. She laughed at his ridiculous haircut (it was the style back then, okay?) and my ‘trying too hard to look annoyed’ face. But then she got quiet, looking at one where he’s holding me after I tripped in my heels. 'You look so happy, Mom.' I snatched it back. 'I was furious. He stepped on my dress first.' Hmph. Maybe some things are better left in boxes. And maybe some things aren’t. (Mood: nostalgic)
Tonight's babysitter brought a game called 'Uno' and actually played with me. She let me win twice and didn't look at her phone the whole time. It was nice. Mr. Muffins watched from the bed. I wish she could come back tomorrow, but mom says they always pick different ones. Why can't they just pick the nice ones again?
