Up, Up, and Away, With Joy in the air.

This morning started off just the way I love it—peaceful, warm, and full of love. I had a beautiful morning with my stepdad, as usual, and right now, I’m still enjoying a nice cup of hot coffee while sweet music plays gently in the background. The vibe is calm and full of joy.

And guess what? While I was soaking in the goodness of this morning, something exciting happened!

I posted a Reel called “Up, Up, and Away,” and someone named Lovely Franks left a comment asking for more information. I was so happy to see that! I sent him the link to my disability page and also to my blog so he can follow along if he wants. I told him he’s always welcome on board, and I meant it. I’d absolutely love to have him be part of this journey.

Connecting with people through my content like this is exactly why I do what I do. Every new follower, every kind comment, every person who wants to learn more—that’s a win in my book. It’s all about community, support, and making people feel like they belong.

As I write this, I’m also seeing a soft powdered blue color in my inner vision, with slow-moving, stringy yellow floaters drifting across. The colors match my mood perfectly—peaceful, gentle, joyful. 💙💛

This is what joy feels like to me. This is what connection looks like when it’s real.

Thank you for being part of my journey.

#UpUpAndAway #DisabilityBlog #JoyfulMorning #BlindButBrilliant #WelcomeNewFollowers #InnerSight #DisabilityAdvocate 

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