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 M...