Honk If Your Gas Tank Has Ever Been Empty 🚗

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Welcome back, y'all! 😘

I’m thrilled you’re still here. Seriously. I came back to this blog expecting cobwebs and crickets, and instead—I found warmth. Like you left the porch light on for me. Thank you.

I’m not a social media influencer with a million followers and a calendar full of brand deals. I’m just a woman who forgot to drink her water, left her gym bag in the car for six months straight, and stared at her ceiling way too many nights wondering, “Is this it?”

The truth? Over the past year, my weight loss journey hit a pothole. My anxiety went from a whisper to a full-blown DJ Khaled remix. And yes, Honey—depression? Yeah, she crept in wearing comfy socks and dragging an unpacked a suitcase.

But here’s what I’ve learned: this is the ride. Life is not about flawless forward momentum—it’s about learning to drive even when the windshield’s a little foggy.

And right now, baby, I’m back in the driver’s seat. Sure, the gas tank isn’t full and the car smells a little like yesterday’s french fries, but I’m cruising down my own street again—**Bericka Street**—and the sun is peeking through the clouds.

We’ve all heard that “happiness is a journey, not a destination.” But let’s get real—what does that actually mean? For me, it means some mornings I wake up in a traffic jam of self-doubt. Other days, it’s windows-down, music-up, cruising with confidence. But no matter what, I keep driving.

Just this week, I passed a street sign that said: “Happiness Continues for 3.5 Miles.”

Right before that there was a blinking neon sign that read: “Now Entering the State of Gratitude.”

Wheeeew....This stretch of road? It’s sweet. Like ice-cold lemonade on a blazing hot day. I feel recharged. And while I’d love to have you ride shotgun, I know you're on your own journey—handling your flat tires, rest stops, and off ramps.

Still, I hope we can meet up at a scenic overlook soon. Maybe swap stories. Maybe share snacks.

Until then, remember: it’s okay to pull over, catch your breath, and then get back on the road. Happiness isn’t about being perfect—it’s about showing up again, no matter how many exits and wrong turns you took.

I’m back. I’m driving. And for the first time in a long time—I’m happy to be on the road again.

Let’s ride. 🚗💨

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