“You do not truly know someone,until you fight them.”- The Matrix

“You do not truly know someone,

until you fight them.”

You don’t really know someone until life tests the bond.

Conflict reveals character.

Pressure shows the truth.

Sometimes the fight exposes them…

sometimes, it reveals you.

Dee😶‍🌫️

STRESS, THE STOMACH, AND LIVING A LIFE OF LIES

Ever wondered why some people break into sweat, develop “mysterious” stomach pain, or suddenly need to lie down after they… well… lie?

Let’s talk about it.

Because yes, stress-induced gastritis is real. And while a lie itself won’t burn a hole in your stomach, the stress that comes with lying absolutely can.

Lies may be small, cute, decorated, sugar-coated or painted gold… but they come with interest rates.

And that interest is paid in:

Sleepless nights

Overthinking

Anxiety

And sometimes… stomach pain that feels like a riot inside your belly

You see, the body isn’t as good at lying as the mouth is.

While the mouth says, “I’m fine,”

the stomach whispers, “No, we are not!”

Because living a life of lies forces the body into constant tension—you’re always editing, remembering, dodging, pretending. And that stress? It shows up where you least expect it.

Even science agrees. Stress releases hormones that increase acid, irritate the stomach lining, and create discomfort.

So while lies may look like shortcuts, they’re actually a long, windy road to stress.

But here’s the beautiful twist…

“And you shall know the truth, and the truth shall set you free.” — John 8:32

Truth is freedom—light, peace, and a calm stomach.

Truth doesn’t require rehearsals.

Truth doesn’t wake you up at night.

Truth doesn’t give you heartburn.

Truth doesn’t need backup dancers and supporting lies to survive.

Truth lets you breathe again.

When you choose truth—even when it’s uncomfortable—you choose:

Peace over pressure

Freedom over fear

Health over hidden stress

Clarity over confusion

Living truthfully is like taking your stomach off night duty.

A life of truth is a life of rest.

So if you’ve been carrying the weight of lies—big or small—maybe it’s time to let your body and mind breathe again.

Choose truth. Your spirit will thank you.

And honestly?

Your stomach will too.

Dee😇

To My Boys: The Principles You Carry Will Make You Great!

My dear boys,

As you’ve grown, you’ve tried your hands and hearts at so many beautiful skills. Piano, swimming, saxophone, football, karate, and more. I’ve watched you show up, learn, struggle, practice, improve, and sometimes even fall in love with something new.

But today I want to remind you of something important:

The goal was never just to become perfect at every skill.

The goal was to become stronger because of the principles each skill taught you.

Every time you sat at the piano, you learned focus and patience.

Every lap in the pool taught you endurance.

Every saxophone note trained your discipline.

Every football match showed you teamwork and strategy.

Every karate class built your confidence, respect, and self-control.

You may not choose to become professional pianists, star athletes, or world-class martial artists and that’s perfectly okay. What truly matters is that you carry the lessons with you.

Because those lessons, discipline, hard work, resilience, teamwork, courage, consistency are the qualities that make great men.

No skill you learned was ever wasted. You have gathered tools that will help you succeed in school, in your careers, in leadership, in friendships, and in the families you one day build.

So don’t measure your worth by titles or trophies.

Measure it by the strength of your character and the principles you choose to live by.

And in that, my boys, you are already becoming extraordinary.🥳

With all my love,

Mum🥰

Happy birthday to me!

Wiser. Softer. Stronger. Wrapped in grace and grateful for a new year🎁🎊🎂🥳🥳

Dee🥳

​🖐️ The Secret Ingredient is Your Fingertips: Why Amala, Rice, and Everything Else Tastes Better Barehanded

I’m going to let you in on a secret: the reason your amala, scooped and blended with that perfect ewedu is one of the tastiest meal in the world ....this isn't just about the soup. It's about how you eat it.😉

​If you haven't experienced the sheer joy of eating your rice, beans, or even a messy plate of seafood with your hands, you’re only getting half the flavor. The moment you ditch the fork, you transform your meal from a routine necessity into a full-body sensory experience.🔥🔥

​Here is why this simple, time-honored practice scientifically and psychologically unlocks a deeper, more satisfying flavor in every dish.

​👅 Touch, Texture, Taste: The Sensory Trifecta

​Your hands are an incredibly sensitive, sophisticated tool. When you use them to eat, you instantly engage the powerful sense of touch, which directly enhances your perception of taste.

​Tactile Feedback: Your fingertips relay immediate information about the food's temperature, texture, and consistency. You feel the warm, smooth give of the amala or the gentle stickiness of the rice. This rich, pre-taste sensory input primes your brain, making the flavors you taste seconds later seem intensified and more enjoyable.

​The Perfect Blend: This is especially true for foods like rice and stews. Your hands allow you to instinctively mix the optimal ratio of grains, sauce, and protein in every bite. It’s a personalized, bespoke flavor combination that no utensil can replicate, leading to a consistently delicious and balanced mouthful.

​🧠 The Psychology of Savoring: Eating Less, Satisfied More

​Beyond the physical sensations, eating with your hands has a profound effect on mindful consumption.

​Forced Mindfulness: You are automatically forced to slow down. The deliberate, careful process of scooping, molding, and delivering food to your mouth is a conscious act, unlike the fast, often thoughtless, actions of using cutlery. This pause ensures you are present in the moment.

​The Fullness Signal: Because you are eating slower and paying closer attention, your body has the necessary time about 20 minutes to register the signals of satiety (fullness). This is why many people,l, notice they eat less when they eat rice or other staples with their hands they are truly satisfied, not just full.

​🔥 My Challenge to You: Feel the Flavor

​Don't let culture or habit hold you back. Wash your hands thoroughly, and try it with your next meal, whether it's traditional Nigerian swallow, a hearty Indian curry, or even a simple plate of salad you toss and scoop.

​You’ll discover that the secret ingredient has been with you all along. You’ll be eating more mindfully, tasting more deeply, and ultimately, enjoying your food much more.

Dee😋

✨ Delusion Diaries: The Habits That Built My Reality ✨ Episode 2

Fill Your Cup First :The Self-Care Rule That Changed Everything

Here’s the truth: I can’t pour into anyone family, colleagues, friends, the world if I’m running on empty. That’s why my mornings are sacred. Before emails, deadlines, or conversations, I take the first hour (sometimes two) to fill my cup.

What does that look like?

✨ Prayer to align my spirit.

✨ Meditation to quiet the noise.

✨ Journaling to untangle my thoughts.

✨ A good workout to sweat, move, and remind my body it’s alive.

This ritual isn’t luxury it’s oxygen. Without it, I find myself scattered, easily distracted, and more reactive than proactive. But when I guard that time, something shifts. I step into the day centered, grounded, and overflowing with energy to share.

It’s like charging your phone overnight you wouldn’t leave the house on 2% battery and expect to survive the day. So why do that to yourself?

And once my cup is full, I step outside to connect with the earth bare feet on grass, grounding myself in nature. That combination of inner filling and outer connection keeps me balanced in a world that thrives on pulling you in a thousand directions.

The beauty is this: when you prioritize your own well-being, you don’t just benefit yourself you elevate the spaces you enter. My colleagues feel it. My family feels it. Strangers even feel it. Energy doesn’t lie.

So yes, I choose me first, every morning. Because when my cup is full, everyone around me gets the overflow.

Dee😇🤩

Grandma to the Rescue 😅

When you think you’re running the show… then Grandma enters the chat. 😅

So, I’ve been traveling a lot lately. On one of those trips, the boys called to proudly announce that they had plans.... you know, hanging out with their bestie, staying out late, living their best teenage lives.

I just smiled, said “okay,” and quietly made one little move… I asked my mum to check on them. Then I switched off my phone.

The next morning? Pure comedy! 😂

The boys met my mum....not their Grandma🙄.

Apparently, she called to ask where they were. They casually replied, “We’re just chilling.”

“Chilling? At 9 p.m.? And not at home?”

Next thing, Grandma was on a roll. She called their dad:

“How are you? Do you know the boys are not home? And you are where again?”

Then came the line that ended all the fun:

“I give you 30 minutes. Make sure the boys are home and call me back.”

Let’s just say… everyone was home. In record time. 😅

Now I’m seriously considering importing Grandma permanently 🥱 for Law and Order: Family Edition.

Dee🥰

A Magical Day Aboard the Franschhoek Wine Tram

The Franschhoek Valley in South Africa isn't just a place, it's an experience for the soul. I recently spent a full day exploring its vineyards, and honestly, the views were like a dream. The sheer love and attention poured into every bottle made me appreciate my wine glass in a completely new way.

Here’s a look at my perfect itinerary, an unforgettable journey that left my heart feeling full and light.

​Mont Rochelle: Views for Days

​Our adventure started at Mont Rochelle. Imagine standing on a hill, looking out over endless rows of grapevines, with huge mountains touching the sky in the distance. That's Mont Rochelle! It's owned by Richard Branson, and you can see why he picked this spot. The scenery just takes your breath away. It was the perfect place to start, soaking in all that natural beauty and feeling super grateful for this amazing world.

The air was fresh, the vineyards stretched out like a green, patterned blanket, and it felt like I was looking out from the top of the world. It’s the kind of scenery that instantly makes you forget the little things that worry you. 

Stop 2: La Bri – The Art of Tasting

Next up was the beautiful boutique estate, La Bri. This is where the art of wine tasting became truly eye-opening. We sat down for a structured tasting that involved wine, food, and even a special dessert pairing!

The focus here was on how different flavors complement (or change!) the wine. The team at La Bri was incredible, explaining the entire process, from the grape to the glass. Seeing that intense care and attention gave me such a new level of respect for winemakers.

And the best part? I was so impressed, I just had to take some bottles home!

Stop 3: The Wine Tram – A Ride Through Paradise

For the final leg of our journey, we hopped aboard the famous Franschhoek Wine Tram! This real tram is such a cool, unique way to travel between the estates. It’s an open-air ride that takes you right over the tracks, giving you an unbeatable perspective of the vineyards.

Cruising along, surrounded by friends and gorgeous scenery, the day felt complete. It was a relaxed, joyful way to spend the afternoon, allowing my brain to really switch off and enjoy the views.

Finding Gratitude and Forgiveness

By the time the day ended, I was in a place of complete peace. Surrounded by the vastness of the mountains and the endless life in the vineyards, I found myself getting a massive dose of perspective.

I felt so small compared to the great world around me, but that paradoxically made me feel so big, a grateful, connected part of it all. I saw a whole world much grander than me, and in that moment of pure joy, I felt an overwhelming sense of forgiveness. I let go of little grudges and just felt grateful.

My eyes have truly seen great things!!!!

Have you ever had a travel experience that completely changed your perspective? 

Dee😇

Airport Thoughts: The Three Words That Almost Grounded My Dream

The airport! It’s funny how this place always gets me thinking....not just about the journey ahead, but about the winding road that got me here.

From the moment I could dream, really, my heart was set on seeing the world. I wanted those stamps in my passport and those stories in my soul.

When I was just 23, that dream felt tantalizingly within reach. I applied to work with Air Nigeria (it was Virgin Nigeria then). If you’re familiar with the process, you know it was intense! 

We started with about 2,000 ambitious young Nigerians, and I threw everything I had into it.

I survived the aptitude tests, the physicals, the medical screenings... Step by step, I made it into the final 200 candidates. I was absolutely buzzing, feeling like I was finally going to fly.

Then came the final hurdle, the survival training. And that's where I was faced with a simple, three-word question that instantly grounded my high-flying excitement:

"Can you swim?"

The next day’s test was a swimming assessment. And I couldn’t swim.

The Sweet, Protective Love

If you grew up in Nigeria, you might know this feeling. It’s that deep, beautiful, almost fierce protective love from our parents. That love, while the sweetest thing in the world, often meant we were sheltered from "unnecessary risks" like learning how to swim. It was done out of pure care, but it created a massive, unexpected barrier for me.

My inability to pass that vital survival and travel skill meant I couldn’t proceed. The dream of serving in the sky, of making travel my daily life, was momentarily sunk. It was a genuinely heartbreaking moment of realization.

Finally Afloat and Grateful

But you know me—a setback is just a detour, right?

That memory stayed with me, burning as a reminder of an opportunity lost. Fast forward to now, and I’m sitting here at the gate, absolutely beaming because I finally tackled that skill.

I learned to swim!

It's more than just being able to paddle; it’s about feeling truly ready for the world. It’s about not letting a past fear hold me back from future adventures. It’s the feeling of overcoming a personal hurdle that was placed there not by malice, but by love.

I am so incredibly grateful for every opportunity I now have to see the world, and I feel so much more confident knowing I can handle myself. I can travel, and yes, I can finally swim! 😊

Dee✈️🧳

My Therapeutic Getaway!

15 days, 6 cities, countless little joys.

London. Birmingham. Manchester. Milton Keynes. Buckinghamshire. Wolverhampton.

No rush. No pressure. Just a therapeutic getaway. 🌿

Grateful for the strangers’ smiles, random street music, slow mornings with tea… and YES,  the best pistachio cake I’ve ever tasted. 💚🍰

Travel keeps reminding me: stop taking life so seriously. The world is wide, people are everywhere, gratitude is always in season.

Dee 🧳✈️

🦋🐝 Knowing Your Organizing Style is a Gift

For years, I thought my organizing style was “messy but functional.” My space may not always look Pinterest-perfect, but I can tell you exactly where everything is. Move one item without telling me, and suddenly I’m 30 minutes behind schedule, retracing my steps, trying to figure out why my flow has been disrupted.

It turns out, there’s actually a name for this. In the world of organizing, people often fall into four styles, and knowing yours is a gift😎.

🦋 The Butterfly

Visual + broad categories.

Needs to see things to remember them.

Loves open bins, baskets, and colorful systems.

Struggles when items are hidden away.

🐝 The Bee

Visual + detailed categories.

Knows exactly where every little thing belongs.

Thrives on labels and order, but still likes things visible.

Can feel stressed if someone disturbs the system.

👉 This is where I land—somewhere between Butterfly and Bee. My space might look “not so perfectly arranged,” but every item has a home in my head. Touch it, and you’ll throw me off completely.

🐞 The Ladybug

Hidden + broad categories.

Wants things tucked away but doesn’t sweat the details.

Great at quick cleanups with baskets or cupboards.

The risk? Everything looks neat outside, but the insides might be a jumble.

🦗 The Cricket

Hidden + detailed categories.

The traditional perfectionist organizer.

Loves filing systems, drawer dividers, and perfectly labeled shelves.

Can get stuck in perfectionism and spend hours on upkeep.

🎁 The Real Gift

What I’ve learned is this: organization isn’t about perfection, it’s about self-awareness.

When you understand your style, you stop fighting yourself. You don’t have to copy someone else’s picture-perfect method, you just need to honor what works for you.

And when you do? You save time, energy, and frustration. You gain flow in your daily life. You move with ease.

That, my friends, is a gift. ✨

Dee🎁💝

Life Lessons from My Yoga Mat

One pose at a time makes it all so easy. The instructor says, Downward-Facing Dog… easy. Mountain Pose… easy. Hands to Prayer… easy. But the moment I think about all the poses at once, it suddenly feels overwhelming.🤷‍♀️

Lesson 1: Take life one step at a time, one day at a time.

Sometimes I wobble in Tree Pose. My foot slips, my balance shifts but the instructor reminds me, find your center and return to it.

Lesson 2: You will lose balance sometimes. Just return to your center.

During Child’s Pose, everything slows. My breath deepens, my mind quiets. It’s a reminder that rest is also part of progress.

Lesson 3: Pausing is not quitting it’s recharging.

Off the mat or on it, these lessons stay with me. One breath. One step. One pose at a time.

Dee🧘🏽‍♀️

Don’t Forget to Be Happy While Being Strong

Somewhere along the way, many of us learned how to be strong.

How to hold it together.

How to keep going.

How to keep smiling through pressure, pain, and responsibility.

But in all that strength…

We sometimes forget to be happy.

We forget to pause.

To breathe.

To laugh not just politely, but freely.

To notice the softness of a morning breeze, the smell of rain, or the way someone’s eyes light up when they’re talking about something they love.

We wake up, we suit up emotionally or literally and we do what must be done. But strength without joy becomes survival. And we were not born just to survive.

Here’s the truth:

Every day passes, whether we like it or not.

Whether we smile or frown.

Whether we’re hopeful or numb.

Yesterday is already gone.

Tomorrow hasn’t come yet.

All we truly have is today.

And today deserves more than our autopilot.

It deserves our attention.

Our gratitude.

Our softness.

So if you’ve been carrying a lot…

If life has demanded more from you than you thought you could give…

If you’ve been strong for so long you don’t even remember what it’s like to feel light 

This is a gentle reminder:

💛 You’re allowed to feel joy even when life is not perfect.

💛 You’re allowed to be happy without feeling guilty.

💛 You’re allowed to take up space in your own life not just as the strong one, but as the whole one.

Be strong, yes. But don’t forget to also be here.

To laugh when something is funny.

To dance when the music feels right.

To say thank you when your heart swells.

To cry, if that’s what clears the clouds.

Because today is not just a bridge to tomorrow.

Today is your life, happening now.

So breathe it in.

Live in it.

Choose in small, sacred ways to be happy here.

Even if it’s just for a moment.

That moment counts.

Dee🏋️‍♀️😊

Money Loves to Move: Lessons from My Grandmother

I was raised by a rich grandmother, and from early childhood I was aware of it. Not in the sense of flashy wealth, but in the sense of security and abundance. That awareness changed my entire perspective on money.

Unlike many children who grow up hearing that “money is scarce” or that “money is the root of all evil,” my grandmother exposed me to money as a friend, as a tool, and as something that flows. She didn’t shield me from the responsibility of managing it either.

As a teenager, I was encouraged to start small businesses. My grandmother would loan me money but she always made sure I paid it back. Those lessons planted deep roots: discipline, respect for value exchange, and confidence that I could create and multiply resources.

From her, I learned truths I still carry today:

I know I will always have.

I know money loves me.

I know money is attracted to me.

I know God blesses the work of my hands.

I know lack is temporary.

All my foundational money lessons were taught as a child, and they have shaped my life. I don’t fear having money, and I don’t fear spending it. I know it will always come back, often in multiples, because money loves to move.

Her legacy wasn’t just wealth it was a mindset of abundance. And that has been my greatest inheritance.

Dee🤑💰💵

🌿 Three Questions for a Beautiful Life 🌿

I came across something powerful from Travis Eliot. He speaks about three simple but life-changing questions we can ask ourselves every day. These questions shift how we see the world, how we use our energy, and ultimately, how we live.

✨ 1. Do I focus on what I can control, or what I cannot control?

So much of our stress comes from holding on to things outside our power other people’s choices, the past, the future, or circumstances we can’t change. True freedom comes when we release what’s beyond us and pour our time and energy only into what we can influence.

✨ 2. Do I focus on what I have, or on what’s missing?

When we dwell on lack, we live in scarcity. But when we shift our focus to what we already have our relationships, our health, our small wins, even the simple gift of breath we step into gratitude. Gratitude creates an inner abundance that no external thing can take away.

✨ 3. Is my mind in the past, in the future, or in the present?

The past often weighs us down with regret. The future can stir up anxiety. But the present moment that’s where peace lives. Every breath, every heartbeat, every small joy is available now. The more we return to the present, the more life opens up.

Together, these three practices gratitude, peace, and presence are not just ideas. They are keys. Keys to living fully. Keys to living beautifully.

Dee🧘🏽‍♀️

Dear Mum, I Get It Now!

All you said I’d understand when I grow up  I get it now.

I used to think you worried too much, talked too much, prayed too loud, and loved too hard.

Now I see it was never too much. It was the exact amount needed to hold a family together.

I get it now 

Why you stayed up till everyone else was asleep…

Why you saved the last piece of meat and said you weren’t hungry…

Why your hugs were sometimes tight like they were holding in a storm…

Why your silence was sometimes louder than your words.

I remember the way your eyes scanned the room like a radar 

Always knowing who was off balance, who needed a word, who needed food.

You were a doctor without a degree,

A chef with no recipe book,

A therapist with no couch,

A warrior with no applause.

You gave grace before I even knew what the word meant.

You forgave offenses I didn’t even know I committed.

You bore burdens we never saw 

And still showed up smiling, serving, soothing.

Mum, I used to roll my eyes when you said,

"One day, you’ll understand."

I rolled them hard.

But here I am 

Looking at life from your lens now.

Paying bills.

Juggling emotions.

Holding space for others while holding back tears.

Now I get why your voice cracked when you prayed.

Why you always asked if I had eaten.

Why you were obsessed with my friends, my clothes, my choices.

It was never control.

It was love in its fiercest, most faithful form.

I see your scars now 

The invisible ones.

And I honour them.

I see your sacrifices 

The ones you never named.

And I thank you for them.

This is my grown-up thank you.

The kind that aches and smiles at the same time.

The kind that remembers the weight you carried just to make sure we could soar.

Dear Mum,

I get it now.

And I love you more deeply because of it.

Dee🥰

Just Bear With Me (a morning whisper)

Dear mum, I get it now!

coming soon.....🥰

The Gift of Being Seen

There’s a quiet kind of strength in allowing ourselves to fall apart in safe spaces, with safe people.

Lately, I’ve been learning that I don’t always have to be strong. I don’t always have to have the answers. And what a beautiful relief that is.

I cry with my boys now. We sit in the silence together, tears sometimes saying what words can’t. And we laugh too those full-belly laughs that leave you breathless and free. Both moments are sacred. Both moments are real.

Crying and laughing, like the sun and the moon, take their turns. One is not better than the other. They just are. And when we stop resisting the ebb and flow when we allow the tears to fall and the joy to rise we begin to understand something deeper about ourselves: we are alive. Fully, deeply, gloriously alive.

This is what it means to be human. And in those moments, when we are vulnerable, raw, and seen we are also deeply connected.

Let’s give ourselves permission to feel it all.

Dee✨️

I’m Betting on Myself..... I’m All In💪💐

👗 Dear Ladies, Wear Your Skirt

👗 Dear Ladies, Wear Your Skirt.

(Literally and Figuratively)

For too long, many of us have been wearing the pants—because we had to. Because someone failed. Because life demanded it. Because somewhere along the line, we believed strength meant becoming the main character in every single story.

But let’s have a real moment:

A fish was never created to climb a tree. And when it tries, it exhausts itself.

But put it in water—watch it glide, thrive, dance… effortlessly.

That’s design. That’s divine intention.

We were created to be helpmates—not in weakness, but in wisdom.

Not to shrink, but to shine in our lane.

Not to hustle for every piece, but to receive with grace.

Recently, I made a choice:

👗 I started wearing skirts—everyday.

👑 I decided to unlearn the performance of over-functioning.

🪞 I chose to return home… to softness. To elegance. To my true power.

And guess what? I travelled with three male colleagues. Normally, I’d be in my slacks, dragging my luggage, “holding my own.” But this time, I wore a skirt… and literally wore dresses and skirts throughout that trip to remind myself of my new intention. And something magical happened.

They didn’t see me as less—

They saw me as precious.

They carried my bags.

They made sure I was seated first.

They honored the queen that had always been there—hidden behind ‘strong woman’ armor.

Ladies, this is not about weakness.

This is about alignment.

The world responds to you when you respond to your true self.

So, here’s a gentle nudge from me to you,

Take off the pants.

Wear the skirt.

Not just in fabric, but in spirit.

Lean into your original design.

Because when you do…

✨ You will thrive effortlessly.

 

Dee🥰

SoftIsStrong💃

Shower Thoughts – The Most Underrated Idea Bank Ever! 🚿💡

Let’s be honest — some of your best ideas didn’t come at a meeting, during a brainstorming session, or while staring at your screen.

They came… in the shower.

Yes. That warm, steamy, water-hitting-your-back moment when you’re singing out your favorite song.... Suddenly, BOOM — an idea pops into your head. A genius one. The kind that makes you pause mid-scrub and say, “Wait… did I just solve world peace?”

So what is it about the shower? 🤔💦

Is it the water?

The solitude?

The absence of your phone?

The fact that you’re finally alone with your thoughts — no deadlines, no emails, no notifications?

🧠 Psychologists call it the Default Mode Network — your brain’s background system that switches on when you’re relaxed and not focused on anything in particular. In the shower, your mind wanders. You connect dots. Solve problems. Remember things. Dream up brilliance.🔥

🌊 Water is therapy.

There’s something sacred about it. Flowing water calms the nervous system. It cleanses more than just your body — it clears mental clutter. Some even say it heightens creativity and intuition. That’s why you step out of the shower feeling like a philosopher, a business mogul, or a stand-up comic with fresh material.

So here’s a hot take 🔥

Shower at least twice a day.

Not just for hygiene — but for the IDEAS.

✨ Morning shower = fresh thoughts.

🌙 Evening shower = answers to the day’s chaos.

Let’s give this underrated, slightly echoey, always-steamy idea lab its flowers 💐

Because everybody has had that “aha” moment with shampoo in one hand and a loofah in the other.

🚿💭 Next time you hit the shower, remember:

You’re not just getting clean.

You’re entering the Think Tank of the Gods.

📓 Oh — and don’t forget to keep a notebook or voice recorder nearby.

Genius tends to slip away with the steam.🪄🪄

P.S. This entire post? Yup. Came straight out of the shower.😅

Dee🤩