
Meet My Toastmates - The Growth Stack
These are my toasts.
I don’t really know their names. I don’t want to know their names.
I know who cries in worship music, who cracks open habits like eggs, and who accidentally journals their way into a spiral.They are known as…
Fried Egg Toast
The habit tracker. A walking glucose graph.
Hits 10k steps by noon and makes sleep hygiene look militant.
Thinks in graphs. Feels in weekly reflections. Logs emotions like it’s a lab experiment.
Terrifying. Useful. Probably both.
Marshmallow Toast
The soft one. Leaves devotionals on your pillow and Spotify playlists in your inbox.
Says “God, I need a sign” like it’s her default prayer and probably means it every time.
Spreads peace like marshmallow fluff — light, slightly sticky, but comforting if you’re into that.
Cries easily. Prays hard. You kinda need her.
The Plain Toast
The spiral-er. The philosopher. The one who asked “What’s the point?” and accidentally built a personal brand.
Keeps a journal and three backup notebooks.
Has strong opinions about healing, character arcs, and quiet walks with podcasts.
She’s not flashy — but she’s the base that holds it all together.
I’m V, and this is my Growth Stack.
Snack on a New Story Every Week……
Posting hot off the toaster every Wed, Fri & Sun 🔥🍞 Stay buttered up!
Posting hot off the toaster every Wed, Fri & Sun 🔥🍞 Stay buttered up!