The Creative Nest

Some mornings, my contacts go in like angels. No drama. No tears. Just vision. Then there are those mornings — the ones where my lens decides it’s in a long-term relationship with my eyeball and has no plans of moving out. You know that moment when you’re standing over the sink, one eye wide open, muttering “come on, you little sucker” like you’re trying to talk a cat out from under the couch? That’s me. Daily. I swear, if these lenses had hands, they’d be gripping my cornea like, “You’ll never get rid of me, Susan.” I’ve tried all the tricks: Blink drops (Blink, honey, you’re doing amazing, but she’s not moving). Warm compress (cute in theory — my eye just feels spa-ready, still no lens). The “look up and slide down” method (sure, Jan). Panic blinking (10/10 not recommended). By this point, I’m convinced my contact lens isn’t stuck — it’s just hiding behind my eye, taking a break, sipping iced coffee, and waiting to ruin my afternoon. And then… finally … after 10 mi...

There I was, minding my own business — or at least pretending to — when I decided to make a little Sora video. Nothing serious, just a casual re-creation of a moment that could have been if two musical legends ever crossed paths. Michael Jackson strolls in, smooth as butter, declaring he’s marrying Lisa Marie. Elvis pauses, raises one perfectly styled eyebrow, and delivers a slap that could be felt all the way to Graceland.  I posted it, laughed, and went on with my day. Fast-forward a few hours, and apparently the internet said, “Wait… what did we just witness?” My notifications were dancing harder than MJ’s feet — likes, comments, shares, and at least one person trying to figure out if Elvis was right-handed. It’s wild how something you create for your own amusement suddenly takes on a life of its own. No algorithm strategy. No perfect posting time. Just a goofy idea, a dash of AI magic, and boom — a viral moment powered by pure spontaneity. The best part? Reading the comme...

Getting older is… something, isn’t it? One minute you’re breezing through life with perfect eyesight and knees that don’t make noise, and the next you’re Googling “are my eyeballs supposed to feel crunchy?” It’s not that we’re falling apart — we’re just entering a new era. A season where you need reading glasses, a magnifying mirror, and possibly a flashlight just to put on eyeliner. Dry Eyes, Moist Sense of Humor I used to blink dramatically at romantic movies. Now I blink because my eyes are staging a protest. My medicine cabinet looks like a pharmacy for my face — rewetting drops, night drops, morning drops… basically a 24-hour hydration station for my corneas. But here’s the thing — I may have dry eyes, but I’ve never seen life more clearly. Hair Today, Gray Tomorrow Every time I find a new gray hair, I just remind myself: it’s not age, it’s sparkle. I still haven’t decided if I’m “embracing my silver” or just forgetting to buy hair dye. Either way, I’m calling it intentiona...