Small things affect small minds. But perhaps it’s the small things, done with intention, that truly shape us.

Thank God it’s Friday. There’s always been something quietly magical about this day. Maybe it’s the gentle promise of rest after a long week, or the subtle permission to slow down, to breathe without rushing. For me, Fridays are soft beginnings—an invitation to retreat into simplicity, to do what fills me up. And the way I welcome mine is always the same: with a warm cup of coffee in one hand… and a good book in the other.

There’s something so deeply comforting about that pairing—coffee and books. One jolts the senses; the other awakens the soul. Together, they’re like a soft rebellion against the chaos of the world. In that stillness, I find clarity. I return to myself.

📖 Today’s Read: “Believe You Can” by John Mason

This morning, I’m reading Believe You Can by John Mason. I’m currently on page 66, and today’s chapter struck a chord—in the gentlest, most thought-provoking way. It explored the quiet, powerful truth about the words we speak. Mason writes that our words act like mirrors, reflecting not just what we think—but what we believe about ourselves, our lives, and our future. Words are not weightless. Once spoken, they move. They ripple. They either build or break. Heal or hurt. Inspire or destroy.

What kind of words have I been speaking lately? Have they been encouraging—or have I unknowingly echoed doubt?

I closed the book for a moment and let the message sink in. I asked myself, honestly: What kind of words have I been speaking lately? Have they been encouraging—or have I unknowingly echoed doubt? That small reflection opened a door I didn’t expect. It reminded me that our inner dialogue doesn’t stay locked inside; it slips into conversations, reactions, and the way we carry ourselves.

There were a few golden takeaways from today’s chapter that I don’t want to forget:
That when arguments flare, silence can be a form of strength. “Silence is the ultimate weapon of strength,” Mason wrote—and I felt that deeply. There is wisdom in restraint.
That nature, in its divine design, might be giving us a clue: our ears are always open, while our mouths are designed to close. Maybe that’s a gentle nudge to listen more and speak less.
And that living at the complaint counter robs us of joy. Gratitude is always within reach. Complain less. Appreciate more. Life is too brief for anything else.

So this is my kind of Friday. One wrapped in quiet, in coffee, in words that realign me with the kind of woman I want to become. I thank God for mornings like this—when stillness becomes sacred, and a simple book becomes a mirror to the soul.

To you, dear reader: how’s your Friday going? Have you taken a moment to sit with your thoughts? To breathe? To nourish your inner life? I hope so. And I hope that today, you find something that speaks to your heart—whether it’s in the pages of a book, the warmth of a drink, or a quiet moment with yourself.

Let this be your reminder: your words matter. Your presence matters. And life, even when it’s simple, is still sacred.

With warmth and stillness,
Anj 🤍