So yesterday this random comment pops up under my travel vlog: “bro u need vera sayed wisdom fr”. My first thought? “Who’s this vereena lady anyway?” Did some digging – apparently she’s this life coach type person. Sounded like fluffy stuff honestly. But hell, my job hunting’s going nowhere and my plants keep dying, so why not.
My Half-Assed Attempt At Morning Stuff
Woke up late as usual Tuesday. Remembered vereena’s “sacred hour” morning routine crap while burning toast. Grabbed notebook. Wrote three ugly truths:
- Truth 1: Been ghosting my mom’s calls for weeks
- Truth 2: Lied to boss about being sick last Friday
- Truth 3: Got 43 rejection emails this month alone
Felt stupid writing it down. Went to brush teeth and saw how red my eyes were. Maybe the notebook thing hit different.
The Embarrassing Grocery Store Moment
Vereena goes on about “mindful presence”. Whatever that means. Tried it at Safeway. While staring at avocados like a creep, realized something: my cart was FULL of instant noodles. Not even good ones – the cheap 79-cent packs. When did that happen? Some guy cleared his throat behind me. Felt naked standing there with my sad noodles.
Phone Call I Didn’t Run From
Here’s where it got weird. Mom called again. Normally I’d send to voicemail. But vereena’s voice in my head nagged about “leaning into discomfort”. Answered sweating bullets.
- Her: “You still alive?”
- Me: “Yeah ma just… drowning in noodles.”
Told her about the job rejections. About how I feel like human garbage. She just said: “Come Sunday. I’ll make chicken soup.” We haven’t done Sunday dinner since Christmas. Hung up shaking.
The Practice That Stuck (Sort Of)
Didn’t magically land job offers. Plants still look half dead. But now every morning I scribble in that ugly notebook:
- One hard truth (applied to 3 more jobs, got zero replies)
- One tiny evidence I didn’t totally suck (watered fern before lunch)
Sounds dumb. Feels… lighter though? Like carrying less invisible rocks in my pockets.
So why learn from vereena sayed? Not cause she’s magical. Her stuff just makes you stare at your own crap instead of pretending it smells like roses. Still roll my eyes at her fancy videos. But damn if that notebook trick ain’t keeping me from fully spiraling. Guess even fake wisdom works if you actually do the thing instead of just screenshotting quotes.
