Finding Me Friday 🎯



Song of the Day: The Reason – Hoobastank 🎵

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about why I keep pushing forward. The truth? The reason for change is me. I’m tired of feeling like life’s been dropkicking me in the ribs these past few months—it’s time I stomp back, take the wheel, and actually drive toward the life I want.

This morning, I had my game face on: protein shake in one hand, gym bag in the other, ready to conquer the day. Then Tobito strutted in, talking about “positive taco energy” 🌮💪, while the Refried Avenger nodded sagely like some bean-based life coach.

They were actually trying to cheer me on—Tobito with a pep talk about discipline, and the Avenger holding up a sign that said “ONE MORE REP.” And then… somehow… they managed to knock my protein shake right out of my hand. 💥🥤

Cue the chaos—Tobito slips in the puddle, the Refried Avenger tries to clean it up with paper towels, which only spreads the mess across the floor, my gym bag, and somehow my shoes. By the end, it looked like a chocolate crime scene.

That’s the thing, though—this is me. Messy. Flawed. Sometimes slipping on my own protein shake. But still showing up. Still laughing. Still trying.

And maybe… that’s what Finding Me Friday is all about. Not perfection. Just getting up, cleaning up (or trying to), and going again.

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We’re just getting started—and things are about to get real.

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