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I started The Artist’s Way last fall, but I couldn’t stay consistent. So I restarted during new year’s week, this time with a more organized plan. The Artist’s Way is a 12-week creative recovery program. Each week includes journaling (morning pages), an artist date, and small prompts that help you break creative blocks and build a healthier, more present mindset. I do 3 weeks, then I give myself 1 week off to reset and prepare for the next chapters. During my off week, I still continue my morning pages and try to do an artist date, but I mostly just read ahead and look at what’s coming in the next 3 weeks. Right now I’m in Week 4 of The Artist’s Way, and Week 5 overall. So far so good. For the past 5 weeks, I’ve been waking up every single day and writing 3 pages of stream-of-consciousness. It’s become such a strong habit that not doing my morning pages feels harder than doing them. I’m also doing pretty well with the weekly tasks; the prompts that help you reflect, write, and reorganize parts of your life. The one thing I’ve been struggling with is the artist date… which is one of the most important parts. Every week you’re supposed to go somewhere alone to feed your soul. A gallery, a library, a park… anywhere, really. Next week I’m planning to do all the artist dates I missed over the past weeks. You don’t have to be an artist to do The Artist’s Way. It really helps clear the fog in your brain, makes you more creative, and feels like a kind of meditation. It helps you stay present. For me, it’s lowered my anxiety and helped me appreciate so many small things. One of this week’s tasks was to write a letter to my current self from my 80 year old self, and it was such a wholesome, peaceful activity. Every week includes prompts like that. It expands your perspective and make you think about things you’ve never really thought about before. It’s a beautiful practice overall. I genuinely recommend trying it because it’s good for your soul and I love you all 🤍

I had a dream that I had cancer and it was the longest dream I’ve ever had. First I went to a doctor’s appointment, and then to a second one where it was confirmed. I kept it secret for a few days. I told my friends first, then my dad… but I couldn’t tell my mom. In the dream, it was womb cancer, and I had to have my womb removed so I was mentally preparing myself for the fact that I wouldn’t be able to have a child. I remember searching about fostering and adoption, trying to understand what my life could look like after that. When I woke up, for a few seconds I still thought I had cancer. GM, I guess.

One day my mom and I were visiting Hagia Sophia and I saw a cat. Of course I had to pet her. She climbed onto my lap and refused to leave. Then a whole tourist group came over near me and the tour guide started talking about the cat. Apparently she was the famous Hagia Sophia cat. Even Obama petted her when he visited Turkey. So I ended up acting like a pedestal for this celebrity cat during the entire introduction. This is my most Istanbul anecdote ever...

My roommate shared this pic of our house on X. It got 1M views, 20K likes and zero zaps. Sad.

Religion is a path that leads a person to Allah. You shouldn’t worship the path. You should worship Allah.

this is how i do my meetings atm

Before every new year, I do astrology readings and check the major planetary shifts. Before 2020, I remember thinking, “wow… something insane is about to happen globally.” Astrology is so real.

I used to walk until I’d listened to a full album 2-3 times. I really want to get back into that habit: Discovering new music + walking.