You are always sustaining what matches your energetic minimum. When you raise your threshold by embodying new standards, saying No, or exiting misaligned spaces, your lived reality will shift to sustain your new baseline.

Always a good reminder!

Your frequency memorizes how you treat what you envision. It knows that your heart’s desire is architecture for your future. Don’t discount it as a simple ache. That ache is actually propulsion, directional momentum. You don’t have to stop at “almost” when it’s gifting you with energetic precision.

Resist the social pressure cooker to shrink your vision until it fits inside the limits of what they’re willing to offer you.

Be wary of people who demand you be pragmatic when they want you to settle for less than you deserve.

Are you here to be someone whose attention gets seized?
Or are you here to direct your attentiveness toward what matters most to you?

Did you come to Earth to endlessly scroll, jump at notifications, get bombarded by headlines?
Or are you here to laugh with friends, nap in a hammock, love the people you love, witness your own aliveness?

Attention shows where your energy is being spent, whether you realize it or not.
Attentiveness focuses on what you want to cultivate, understand, or create.

Attention is passive.
It can be hijacked by algorithms, outrage cycles, and slick marketing.
Attentiveness is deliberate.
It chooses what is worthy of your energy.

We’re being reduced to lives steered by attention.
We deserve lives grounded in attentiveness.

When I talk about quantum manifesting in personal development, I mean this: a leap into the frequency of your uncontainable self.
A stretch beyond what someone else thinks is pragmatic for you.
True Self-Actualization.

Today, she is remembered as a pioneering figure who broke racial and gender barriers, often called the “Harriet Tubman of motorcycling.” Her story inspires riders across communities, especially women and people of color, as proof that mobility, adventure, and self-determination can be radical acts.

During World War II, Bessie worked as a dispatch rider for the U.S. Army, carrying documents across the country on a Harley-Davidson. She was one of very few women, and even fewer Black women, to serve in this way.

In Miami, police told Bessie that she wasn’t allowed to ride. She spun figure-eights in front of their captain until they had to let her be.

Bessie Stringfield rode through the Jim Crow South. Ms. Bessie embarked on her long trips before there was a Green Book detailing safe lodging and services. Segregated hotels turned her away.
She slept at gas stations on her motorcycle.
White men sometimes ran her off the road.