Still seeing in the dark.

 🟠💛 Afternoon Glow and Small Joys This afternoon, the orange is still here, blending with yellow and turning into a lighter yellowish-orange that feels warm, bright, and alive. Even though my body isn’t feeling perfect, the colors remind me that there’s always something steady and comforting to hold onto. I’ve been noticing the little joys — leftover noodles from last night, a quiet sip of coffee, and the gentle rhythm of music in the background. Each small moment is like a tiny spark of light, reminding me that even when I feel yucky or tired, there’s still beauty around me. Family moments continue to fill the day with love. My grandma’s presence, a few laughs with my baby nephew, and the thoughtfulness of my mom earlier this week all remind me that support and care are never far away. Even in discomfort, even when my body protests, I can still step into the day, notice the warmth of color, and feel gratitude for these small yet meaningful experiences. Orange and yellow aren...

All day yesterday, the world felt like it was wrapped in a purple-hot pink glow. Even though my cramps were starting, my spirit felt joyful and alive. The color wasn’t coming from my eyes — I don’t have any — but it seemed to surround me, like it was coming from the world itself, touching me in a way I can feel but not see in the usual sense. Part of why yesterday felt so special was my mom. She came into my room and fixed my closet for me while she was cleaning downstairs. Now I have my entire upstairs closet filled with just my clothes, and I truly appreciate her thoughtfulness and effort. Small acts like this remind me that love can be expressed in practical ways, and it fills my heart even when my body is aching. I don’t know exactly where the purple-hot pink was coming from, but I loved it. It felt like a reflection of my happiness, a color that carried my spirit, and a gentle reminder that even on days when discomfort shows up, joy can still shine through.  

Our coffee and music time was a little shorter today. My stepdad didn’t sleep at all last night, and he needed some rest. Even so, those few minutes we shared still held so much beauty. It’s not always about how long something lasts. Sometimes it’s just about showing up, being present, and sharing even a small piece of the morning together. A few sips of coffee, a little quiet music, and the feeling of love in the room were enough. These mornings remind me that connection isn’t measured in hours, but in the heart we bring to them.  

 Our coffee and music time was a little shorter today. My stepdad didn’t sleep at all last night, and he needed some rest. Even so, those few minutes we shared still held so much beauty. It’s not always about how long something lasts. Sometimes it’s just about showing up, being present, and sharing even a small piece of the morning together. A few sips of coffee, a little quiet music, and the feeling of love in the room were enough. These mornings remind me that connection isn’t measured in hours, but in the heart we bring to them.

The colors are still glowing around me — a steady orange, warmed by gentle touches of yellow. They’ve been here since last night and carried me into this morning. There’s something about them that feels like being wrapped in a soft blanket of peace. Orange and yellow remind me of comfort, of warmth, of light that doesn’t leave even when life feels heavy or uncertain. They hold me steady when my body aches, when I feel tired, or when the day doesn’t unfold the way I planned. These colors are a reminder that beauty isn’t always loud or dramatic. Sometimes it’s quiet, steady, and soft — always there if we take a moment to notice.  

☕️ Morning Coffee Reflections 🎶 This morning, as I sat with my coffee and the sweet music filling the room, my heart felt just as colorful as what I’ve been seeing inside all week. Orange bursts, streaked with yellow, blending into a glowing reddish-orange — that’s what my happiness looks like. On Thursday, when I first got the call from my counselor at Bobby Dodd Institute, I was resting in bed. The news came like sunshine through a cloudy sky: DBHDD approved $1,500 for my hearing aids. Hearing aids have been my top priority, and to finally hear “yes” after waiting, praying, and hoping filled me with so much joy that the colors haven’t stopped dancing since. It doesn’t matter that I’ve been managing cramps or pushing through the ache in my tooth — this good news is stronger than all of that. Even while lying down, I couldn’t help but smile, knowing what this means for my future. I’ve shared laughs and encouragement through emails and voice clips with my best friend, Jenna, who’s...

☕️ Morning Thoughts Over Coffee 🎶 Every morning starts the same for me — a hot cup of coffee, the sweet ballads playing softly in the background, and my conversations with my best friend, Jenna Hildebrand. We talk through emails, voice clips on Messenger, and in our group chats. That’s part of my peaceful routine. But not everything has been peaceful lately. I realized Pam was still not blocked on my Facebook, and both she and Adam have been trying to reach me on Messenger — even calling me. I ignored them, and when she asked me to call her back, I still didn’t answer. Eventually, I blocked her because she had accused my best friend Jenna of sending nasty pictures to a man named Randy Lyons. As a disability advocate, I know better than to get caught up in drama. That’s not my purpose, and it’s not where my energy belongs. I have more important things to focus on — like my family, my faith, and my nephew. And that brings me to something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. When ...