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I am Latisha. I am in my Butterfly Era. I am a 43-year-old millennial home-managing, homeschooling mom of five; a light-worker, intuitive, conscious living, energy reading, INFJ Empath. I am a New Earth Messenger & Beacon (anchoring the light). I am on a quest for knowledge, wisdom, and better understanding the human experience. Sharing my life experience, growth, ascension, and New Earth perspective on what I'm learning, observing and creating; and how I am navigating the minefield of darkness in the timeline of light. I believe we are all co-creators of this universe, energy is a language, and the energy of love is the greatest language of all. I am the creator of my world, and the world I see is a reflection of me. I am on a quest to live in light, joy, freedom, beauty & truth, and learn, so I can become the highest version of myself.
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Latisha’s Log: September 21st, 2026 | Day 263 of 365
School’s in Session: The Soft-Launch
We officially opened Volume 4 and kicked off our fall flow-school season today. It was supposed to be a gentle transition, but real life had other plans.
Between a group diamond painting activity that sparked tears for my ESTJ almost-12-year-old, an emotional chain reaction for my 10-year-old ISFP Fire Monkey, and an unnamable wave of overwhelm for my eldest ISTJ, our table turned into pure controlled chaos.
We called a reset: our 20-year-old daughter stepped in with s'mores, we cleared the air, and I gave everyone the rest of the day to decompress.
An honest, behind-the-scenes reflection on Xennial, INFJ, flow-school parenting, decoding our kids' distinct wiring, and the messy art of radical individualization.
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September, Oh, Sweet September | Day 262 of 365
We officially wrapped up summer with a backyard barbecue, firing up the Blackstone griddle with family, good meat, and new recipes. Along the way came an unexpected gift: discovering my sister’s guy is a fellow INFJ—the real deal.
Between cold sea water under blazing sun, jellyfish sightings, and missing the Caribbean beaches of my youth, the season quietly turned. The living room AC is put away, our "flow-school" rhythm begins, and my September checklist is waiting.
Today closes out Volume 3: The Summer Logs. The final quarter of 2026 starts now.
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Latisha’s Log: September 19th, 2026 (Day 261 of 365)
Subtitle: "Satellite in the Sky & Tree Silhouettes"
A 5:47 AM detour in the Serenity Room. My planned post was completely hijacked by my subconscious DJ queuing up Cure for Paranoia and a verse about walking into the gallery like I deserve it all.
Watching the sky shift from a dark, lone satellite framed by tree silhouettes into a vibrant pink-orange horizon—reflecting on creative lineage, daily reps, and the quiet arrival of a late bloomer claiming her space.
Watch me age like wine. Success starts here.
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Summer is Leaving. Winter is Coming! | Day 260 of 365
That night was the first time I slept in a sweater in months. Just like that, the air turned crisp, and that mocking number showed back up: $500+ for heating oil.
Between the financial arithmetic of modern survival, carrying a household of seven, and watching a timeline that feels increasingly heavy, the mental static can be paralyzing. But I am not staying stuck in the dread. No toxic positivity. No forced pep talks. Just radical honesty, an intentional energetic purge, and reclaiming my vessel.
Breathe. Then go move that energy out of your bones.
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Latisha’s Log: September 17th, 2026 (Day 259 of 365)
Subtitle: "The Sandbox"
TikTok, Temu, Substack, and a backyard tree swing in the middle of a supposed “apocalypse.”
When the shift hit in late 2024, my old sanctuaries collapsed, and I didn't fit into the outside world anymore. So I stepped into the Sandbox. I gave myself permission to play, to be silly, and to let digital toys regulate a sensitive, overwhelmed nervous system until my own creative spark came back to life.
A raw, reflective log on sensory survival, creative incubation, and knowing when to stay seated in the sand until you are strong enough to share your toys.
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Latisha’s Log | Day 254: Daughters of August
What started as an accidental June movie trip has grown into a sacred multi-generational ritual.
In today’s log: four women (and an honorary fifth daughter) take on Connecticut—from the high-perched river breezes of Gillette Castle to the storybook charm of Lavender Pond Farm, complete with purple trains, mermaid carvings, and chickens named after Broadway characters. But between watching three brave women haul an entire fallen tree trunk out of the road and a closing-time sprint for lavender lemonade, an ordinary summer afternoon turned into an unexpected lesson in everyday courage.
Part One of Daughters of August is live on the open journal. tishb.substack.com/p/latishas-log-september-12th-2…
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What is life?
This morning, that question moved from an offhand line on TV to a living room conversation over coffee with my husband, straight into the quiet writing desk of my Serenity Room.
In between looking through glowing digital portals at other creators' lives and stepping downstairs to breakfast on the grill with my family, I was reminded of something essential: we can only ever fully live in the reality where our own two feet are planted.
Latisha’s Log Day 257 is live. tishb.substack.com/p/latishas-log-september-15th-2…
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Latisha’s Log: Day 255 of 365 > The Birthday Date (Take Two): Part Three
What happens when you wake up to who you are to your core, while sitting across the table from a partner whose wiring is completely different?
Today’s log wraps up our birthday date mini-series. It’s an INFJ reflection on the gap between thinker and feeler worlds, honoring quiet devotion without needing identical frequencies, and coming home happy with life.
The final chapter is live: tishb.substack.com/p/latishas-log-september-13th-2…
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Latisha’s Log: September 11th, 2026 (Day 253 of 365)
Subtitle: "September 11th: I Get It, and I Don't"
In 2001, I was 19 years old in Barbados, watching the towers collapse on television. Aaliyah had just died, the world suddenly felt fragile and fleeting, and everything about America seemed distant and abstract.
Twenty-five years later, I am forty-four, writing from my bed in the dark. I have lived through the wars, moved to the States, and watched the geopolitical stage through four presidencies.
A quiet, personal reflection on waking up, coming of age, and the paradox of maturity: I get it, and I don’t.
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Latisha’s Log: September 9th, 2026 | Day 251 of 365
Sorting, Sorting, Sorting
Clearing physical space has become an emotional assignment. As a deep-thinking INFJ at the helm of a transitioning family, sifting through years of material life isn't just about organizing—it’s about the heavy spiritual labor of deciding which 3D weights to release and what to carry forward into an uncertain future.
A raw reflection on Swedish Death Cleaning, Marie Kondo, midlife restructuring, and the exhaustion of letting go.
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