🌍 To Everyone Who Found Me Across The Miles,

Sometimes, I forget.

I forget that my greenhouse blooms in more than just one zip code.

That my words sneak through screens and cups of coffee and lunch breaks and lonely nights — and root themselves in the hearts of strangers who, somehow, don’t feel so strange anymore. ☕️

🎧📚✍️ This year, last year, every year I was brave enough to show up — my scribbles + voice found quiet corners in:

United States 🇺🇸

Canada 🇨🇦

Portugal 🇵🇹

Sweden 🇸🇪

Poland 🇵🇱

Ireland 🇮🇪

United Kingdom 🇬🇧

Spain 🇪🇸

India 🇮🇳

Philippines 🇵🇭

Finland 🇫🇮

Namibia 🇳🇦

Puerto Rico 🇵🇷

New Zealand 🇳🇿

Russia 🇷🇺

Israel 🇮🇱

Pakistan 🇵🇰

Bangladesh 🇧🇩

Nigeria 🇳🇬

China 🇨🇳

Germany 🇩🇪

Qatar 🇶🇦

Vietnam 🇻🇳

Brazil 🇧🇷

France 🇫🇷

Italy 🇮🇹

Japan 🇯🇵

Netherlands 🇳🇱

Greece 🇬🇷

South Africa 🇿🇦

Ghana 🇬🇭

Hungary 🇭🇺

Morocco 🇲🇦

Sri Lanka 🇱🇰

Türkiye 🇹🇷

Ukraine 🇺🇦

Georgia 🇬🇪

Mexico 🇲🇽

Nepal 🇳🇵

Guatemala 🇬🇹

Malaysia 🇲🇾

Indonesia 🇮🇩

Czechia 🇨🇿

Egypt 🇪🇬

Jamaica 🇯🇲

Malta 🇲🇹

Ecuador 🇪🇨

Kenya 🇰🇪

Peru 🇵🇪

United Arab Emirates 🇦🇪

Australia 🇦🇺

Norway 🇳🇴

Sudan 🇸🇩

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Look at that list.

I mean — really look.

There are people sipping tea in Sweden or stirring a pot in Morocco or drifting to sleep in New Zealand — who have, even if just once, carried a piece of my mind with them into their own day.

I don’t travel much.

✈️ But my soul apparently does.

So this is my simple, soft thank you —

for reading, listening, pausing for three seconds longer than you needed to.

For carrying my voice further than my feet may ever go.

May you feel a little less alone here.

May you always find a piece of yourself in the pieces I leave behind. ♥️

—

Shelly | Limitless Stimulus