Finding Me Friday: The Memory (and the Mojo) Remains

🎵 Song of the Day: “The Memory Remains” – Metallica

The scale didn’t move this week. And I’m okay with that.

Sometimes standing still means you didn’t fall backward—and that’s a win too. My food was solid, workouts stayed on track, and even though I’ve been tired, I didn’t fall apart. That’s something I’m holding onto as a victory. 💪

Still, something’s been missing.

You ever just feel… off? Like a soda that went flat overnight. No pop, no sparkle. The kind of fatigue where your soul hits snooze before your alarm even rings. That’s been me lately—especially this weekend. The bags under my eyes look like they paid full price for Lollapalooza 1996 and still couldn’t get close to the stage.

So I decided to chase a feeling—something loud, nostalgic, and gritty enough to shake the cobwebs loose. I blasted Metallica’s “The Memory Remains”, and just like that, I was 15 again.

🎸 Back when Lollapalooza wasn’t just a music festival—it was a movement. A rebellion. Rage Against the Machine, Nine Inch Nails, Alice in Chains, Soundgarden… they didn’t just play music, they tore through it with truth. Their lyrics were protest posters. Their stage presence was an open challenge to the system. And in that moment, I felt it again. The fire. The need to feel alive in my own skin.


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Meanwhile, across town…
🟤 Tobito the taco and Refried Avenger were watching the Lollapalooza livestream.

“I don’t get it,” Tobito says, crunching a slightly stale tortilla chip. “Why are all these bands yelling at the government?”

The Refried Avenger sighs, eyes locked on the screen. “Because when nobody listens, you scream.”

Tobito looks over, surprised. It’s the first time he’s seen the Avenger quiet… emotional, even. “You okay?”

The old bean leans forward, a flicker of something—recognition—flickering behind his sunglasses.

“That churro,” he mutters. “He taught one of my classes. Protest Song Composition 101. Tough grader. Crunchy, but fair.”

“You had a churro as a teacher?”

He nods. “He wasn’t just a teacher churro. He volunteered to mentor me. Same way I ended up mentoring you. Guess that’s how we keep the fire going.”

For a few minutes, they sit in silence. Not out of awkwardness, but understanding.

“He’s not the grumpy, wise-cracking taco I know,” the Avenger thinks. “For a moment, he’s just someone moved by music—like I am.”


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This week reminded me: sometimes progress isn’t a number—it’s a moment.

A memory that wakes something in you. A song that rewires your brain chemistry. A sweaty workout you almost skipped but powered through anyway. 🧠🔥

I may not be where I want to be yet, but I haven’t given up. I’m still here. Still standing. Still screaming into the void with a soundtrack full of meaning.

🎤 Metallica got it right: “Fortune, fame — mirror vain — gone insane… but the memory remains.”

And so does the fight.

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