Mikel Arteta @m8arteta makes me wanna be an Arsenal FC @Arsenal fan again. I love what I’m reading as what he’s done and the intelligence demonstrated in his management of the North London club.
Congratulations Arsenal FC family.
🚨🚨🎙️ Wayne Rooney on Arsenal winning the Premier League after 22 years: an emotional speech 🎤
“This team… this team… honestly, I’m actually feeling emotional for them right now. For years people called them soft, fragile, bottlers… every season it was ‘stay humble’, ‘show some mentality’, ‘build some muscle’, ‘they’re not built for the big moments’. 😭
Well… where’s Mr. Mentality now? Where’s the man telling everyone to stay humble now? Where’s the man mocking them with a bottle. I can’t see them 👀
Because Arsenal have gone and done it. After 22 years. And they didn’t do it in an easy season either, they did it in one of the toughest Premier League campaigns I can remember. The pressure, the intensity, the competition… and they still came out on top.
If right now, you are still doubting this team then you’ve been left behind, and it’s only a matter of time you will stop doubting them.
You have to give credit where it’s due. Mikel Arteta deserves enormous praise because he rebuilt this club step by step and got people believing again.
I can already see Arsenal fans becoming the loudest people on earth for the next 20 years… and honestly? Fair enough. They’ve suffered enough. Congratulations to Arsenal Football Club.” 🏆❤️
A major cheat code in life: Master the art of strategic incompetence. Some tasks you don't want to be good at. Be bad at them and watch them get reassigned. Not everything needs your excellence. Some things need your exit.
I was flying alone with my 4-month-old son. It was a nightmare. Our flight was delayed three hours. We were stuck on the tarmac. The AC wasn't working well. My baby was screaming. That high-pitched, ear-piercing scream that makes everyone hate you. I was bouncing him, shushing him, feeding him. Nothing worked. I could feel the glares. I heard someone behind me huff, 'Can't she shut him up?' I started to cry. I was exhausted, covered in spit-up, and felt like the world’s worst mother. Then, the man in the aisle seat next to me��a businessman in a sharp suit working on a laptop—closed his computer. I braced myself for a lecture. 'Ma'am,' he said. 'I’m trying,' I sobbed. 'I’m so sorry.' 'Hand him here,' he said gently. 'What?' 'I have four kids. My youngest is in college now. I miss this.' He reached out his hands. I was so desperate, I handed my screaming baby to a stranger. The man laid my son against his expensive suit jacket. He started humming a low, rumbly tune and patting his back with a rhythm only a veteran dad knows. Within two minutes, the screaming stopped. Within five, my son was asleep. The man looked at me. 'Close your eyes, Mom. I got him. I promise I won’t wake you unless the plane is on fire.' I slept for two hours. When I woke up as we were landing, my son was still sleeping in his arms, and the man was just smiling out the window. He saved my sanity that day. Dads, never underestimate the power of your calm
my therapist said:
“that fear you feel?
it’s your mind’s way of telling you you’re overwhelmed, not broken.”
and it hit me...
i wasn’t failing.
i wasn’t weak.
i wasn’t “too much.”
i was just full.
full of unprocessed hurt,
full of responsibilities i never asked for,
full of emotions i kept quiet for too long.
and somehow, hearing that…
made the fear feel a little less like a threat and a little more like my body whispering,
“please slow down. please don’t do this alone.”
#Throwback
Everyday people, that’s you, that’s me.
🎶I will put a smile on your face because I believe in you.
And I know you bring me joy for a brighter tomorrow.
…
Being there for each other when the time gets so rough.
Shaking hands not slapping faces. 🎶