I read a story about a cashier who started writing little notes on receipts for people in the middle of the night… just simple things like “you matter” or “hope tomorrow feels lighter.” At first, it felt small. Almost insignificant. But then people started coming back. Saving the notes. Talking. Connecting. Finding a reason to stay a little longer in a world that had been very quiet for them. It turned a grocery store at 3 AM into a place where people felt seen. And it reminded me of something I’ve always believed… I realized I had found my purpose in this world all along . My Aunt Robbie used to say, “Don’t ever conform to anyone else’s box of who they think you should be.” And she was right. Because my purpose isn’t to fit in. My purpose is to love people…..especially the ones who feel lost, hurting, and unseen. Because I was that person. Standing in a room full of people… and still feeling invisible. So I say it all the time like a broken record to anyone who will listen:….. if I could get a megaphone I would ! How you treat people could change the entire trajectory of their life. And the best part? It’s free to be kind!!! Write a note of kindness to a stranger this week because you never know whose life you could change! 🤍🤍🤍 Liv

My brain right now is basically the junk drawer. ( I think having the flu makes it worse then normal… who knew it could get any worse) You know the one… tangled cords that don’t go to anything anymore, three dead batteries, two receipts from 2022 for things I don’t remember buying, and at least three Chick-fil-A sauces just… living their best expired life. Grief feels like that sometimes. Nothing is where it’s supposed to be The useful things are buried. The things you don’t need anymore are somehow front and center. And every time you go looking for something simple… you end up pulling out a whole mess you weren’t prepared to deal with. But here’s the thing about junk drawers… They look chaotic, but somehow you still go back to them. You still find what you need eventually. And every once in a while, you clean it out… just enough to make a little space again. So if your brain feels like a junk drawer right now… same. and just know: Your grief is seen here and you are so loved 🤍🤍🤍 Show of 🙌🏻 who else’s brain feels like this……. Don’t leave a sista hanging

Today was a good day,keep going everyone!