This is the second entry in my Morning Drift series — a personal search and journal of gratitude, presence, and the shifting truths I find in sobriety. These aren’t polished guides or programs, just lived moments: presence, gratitude, reflections, frustrations, questions, and the daily work of finding balance.
You know, those amazing quotes that, just like the old daily horoscope in the newspaper, seem to make you stop in your tracks. The words land in front of you, and suddenly it feels like the stars aligned to send a message just for you at the right time, at the right moment.
At first, writing them down feels like capturing lightning. A phrase scribbled on a sticky note turns into something more than ink — it’s symbolic, it’s a mantra, it’s a little prophecy of what you hope to become. Writing it down makes it real. It etches itself into memory and, if you let it, into your actions.
But here’s the problem: if those notes aren’t revisited, if they’re not spoken out loud or lived out in small ways, they fade. Your intentions fade. The meaning, the moment, the message — all of it gets lost. What was once a prophecy becomes clutter. Just another Post-it on the wall, an unfulfilled prophecy.
And I can’t help but wonder: is the road to motivational hell paved with lost sticky notes? Good intentions scribbled but never applied?
Scroll-Sized Truths
Lately, the messages show up on social media — little dopamine packets that hit like scroll-sized truths. Some bounce off, others cut straight to the core. The trick is deciding which ones deserve a place on the wall and which ones need to be left in the feed.
Sometimes the ones that stick hit harder than a sermon. A single line that feels like it was written with you in mind.
Nothing changes… if nothing changes.
Your “Boos” don’t mean anything to me, I have seen what you cheer for.
Earn, learn or leave.
Stop asking for directions to places they have never been.
Sometimes you have to sit back, relax, and let the train wreck itself.
Each one of these lands differently. Some I let pass, others I grab with both hands.
Nothing changes… if nothing changes. That’s the one that keeps me honest. A sticky note that doesn’t just sit there — it dares me to act.
Stop asking for directions to places they have never been. That one feels like a compass correction, a quiet reminder to be careful who I take advice from.
And then there’s the tough one: Sometimes you have to sit back, relax, and let the train wreck itself. Not every fire is mine to put out. Sometimes the wreck isn’t mine to stop.
Prophecies You Choose
These aren’t just scraps of paper. They’re little prophecies that, when I let them, shape the way I move through my day.
And like the sticky notes that eventually fall off the whiteboard or slip from the edge of your monitor, what stays depends on you. You get to decide if it’s time to let them go, or if you press them back up as affirmation.
Tides shift, truths drift. And maybe the greatest prophecy isn’t the one you stumble across in a feed or find in someone else’s words. Maybe it’s the one you write yourself — your own Post It Note Prophecy, carried forward until it shapes the tide you’re moving with.
Part two of the Morning Drift series — Post It Note Prophecies. Read part one here: Morning Drift: Searching for Gratitude and the Simple Choice to Stay Sober
Tides and Truth... 