Good morning lovers🪻💜
February 15th, 2026
How wenth your Valentine’s Day? Mine wasn’t too shabby. My boss didn’t come in to work, so already, there were things to celebrate, but whatevs. I try to have a good day every day – when possible…
Take the internet for instance. My algorithms have been designed to bring me peace. Through the jungle of all there is to see, I use my 1% share of control to choose videos and posts that make me laugh. I choose media that will uplift me. Make me smile.
And when I, inevitably, find my 1% isn’t behind the wheel when some oddball comment or post pops up causing me to question humanity… I simply keep scrolling. Because I can do that. Because I’m online.
Real life, though… Holding on to a good mood IRL is definitely much, much, much harder. Because you can’t just stay in your house forever, unfortunately… No IRL, most of the time, no matter how many cokes you drink or peanut butter m&m’s you eat, keeping your happy around others is a challenge. People don’t really seem to care how peaceful or pleasant you aim to feel/be because there will always be some d*** that will eventually pop-up to try to ruin your day and you’re gonna have to try to not let it rattle you.
What do I do? I scroll away mentally from those turd nuggets. I mute myself. In unavoidable situations, I shield my personality, and put on the most unreadable face I can muster for these mean, insecure, selfish, bitter people. As they’re trying to talk at me and/or infect me with their dusty hate…I have an invisible away message on as I traverse the mental sidewalk in my happy place. Miles and miles away from them. Disassociation – it’s the best anti-virus I have ATM. Disassociating and scrolling are almost the same thing. Who knew?
Because I choose to fight for my good day, everyday, so I will choose whatever will semi-healthily get me there. 😀
Because, although it’s painfully exhausting to deal with haters – online or IRL – and draining even, I know I only have to do so until I don’t. I know these dummies I’m swerving and their tantrums are only temporary. My life is only still just building towards its permanent, real tribe. They is for sure not them..
So fill your cup with good. Fill it high with whatever makes you feel like your most peaceful you. This way, when another fun day of adventures with not-so-nice-people comes along…you can brave their haterade from an anchored place of power. The higher your cup can be filled everyday the better – especially lately. My mental cup, not a glass of vodka you drunkies…
Life is one large algorithm. You semi have control of your environment, but not really. We all are trying to pluck and pick and choose dots that will hopefully connect us to something that feels good. Feels like home. Feels like us. But your 1% say doesn’t always have a say. Yes, I just said that. Deal with it.
My point is – if there is one – that all we can do is our best. Our best to live a purposeful, fulfilling life, but please understand, you don’t have control over everything. Understand that this means, your day and even your life aren’t entirely your fault. But…
You are allotted some input. So use it! Sooner or later the effects will show up in your life and you’ll be so happy you did. You’ll feel so content and full at your own influence on your life, it won’t matter when you have to cede some control to either troublesome fools or trouble some situations. Your day will still be yours. You got that s*** handled everywhere else that counts…
So I think, if 1% is all we have, shouldn’t we at least use it? Hopefully daily.
And maybe, maybe it’ll grow to be a little bit more than 1%.
Maybe you’ll work in tandem with the 99%. At least, sometimes.
Control what you can control. Feel choice. Feel freewill. Feel alive.
Let the Universe know you’re here, so you can exist with it.
Here’s to more good days.
💜
Nessa Grey
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