How Does Glory Over Everything End?

Hunting for morning glory doodles prints is one of my favorite little quests — it’s like following a trail of charming sketches across the internet. The most reliable places I’ve scored prints are the artist’s own shop (often linked from their Instagram or Twitter), Etsy, and Big Cartel stores. Artists often run limited-run prints or signed variants on their personal storefronts, so if you want something unique or numbered, that’s where to look first. I also keep an eye on print-on-demand platforms like Society6 and Redbubble for more affordable options, though those are usually reproductions rather than hand-signed editions. If I’m honest, conventions and local zine fairs are where the best surprises happen — I’ve found small-run morning glory doodles prints tucked into zine stacks or sold at tables with funky pins and stickers. When buying online, I always check for clear photos of the print, paper type notes (archival matte, giclée, etc.), and whether the artist mentions color profiles or print lab partners. Shipping and international customs can add up, so I calculate total costs before committing. Also, if an artist has a Patreon or Ko-fi, they sometimes offer print bundles or backer-only designs that never hit open shops. I tend to favor supporting artists directly when possible; it feels better and usually means faster customer service. Still, for quick, budget-friendly decor, POD platforms do the job. Either way, I’m always thrilled to find a fresh morning glory doodle to tuck into my art wall — they brighten up any corner in a way that makes me smile every time I pass by.

Tracing tags and sketchbook posts over the years made me realize 'morning glory doodles' didn’t spring from one celebrity artist but from a handful of sleepy, motivated people building a habit together. I used to wake up and scroll through feeds where artists posted tiny, ten-minute drawings under vague hashtags—they were light, quick, often of plants, mugs, or sleepy faces. The name likely comes from the morning glory flower, which opens with the dawn, and the term stuck because these sketches bloom fast and fleeting. People started doing them as a warm-up to art practice, a mental-health anchor, or a way to capture a mood before the day scrambles them. On Tumblr and early Instagram threads, I watched the trend spread: one person posts a tiny sunflower scribble, another replies with a sleepy cat, and suddenly there’s a communal rhythm. For me the appeal is simple: they’re forgiving, portable, and honest. Over time I’ve seen them turn into little zine sections, tiny prints, and collaborative sketchbook swaps. I still make one every morning when coffee’s brewing — they feel like a small, private ritual that somehow connects me to a lot of other people waking up and drawing, too.

My track record with half-finished projects used to be an embarrassment I carried like extra baggage. I slowly learned routines that act like a finish line I actually run toward instead of wandering away from. First, I ritualize beginnings and endings: a five-minute setup where I list the exact next step, gather materials, and set a 25–50 minute timer. That tiny commitment removes the fuzzy 'where do I even start?' feeling and makes follow-through mechanical. When the timer pings I do a two-minute tidy and a one-sentence log of what I finished — that closing ritual trains my brain to associate completion with relief. I also use a weekly 'close the loop' session. Every Friday I scan open items, drop anything that no longer matters, delegate what I can't finish, and break big items into the smallest possible actionable chunks. The combination of micro-sprints, a finishing ritual, and weekly triage got me from a drawer full of half-baked zines to actually shipping things on a predictable rhythm. It feels oddly empowering, like I'm teaching myself the muscle of finishing, one tiny habit at a time.

Flip open 'How to Fail at Almost Everything and Still Win Big' and it reads like a friend who refuses to sugarcoat things. I found myself laughing at Scott Adams' blunt honesty while jotting down the odd practical nugget—especially the 'systems versus goals' bit. For me, that idea was the gear-change: instead of obsessing over one big target, I started building small, repeatable habits that nudged my life in the right direction. A year after trying a few of his tactics—tracking energy levels, learning roughly related skills, and treating failures as data—I noticed my projects stalled less often. It didn't turn me into a millionaire overnight, but it helped me keep momentum and stop beating myself up over setbacks. The book won't be a miracle, but it can be a mental toolkit for someone willing to experiment. If you want quick paradigm shifts and a very readable mix of humor and blunt practicality, it can change routines and attitudes. I still pick it up when I need a kick to stop catastrophizing and just try another small, stupid thing that might work. It honestly makes failing feel less terminal and more like practice.

This one actually has a pretty clear origin: it’s the compact, wry life manual by Scott Adams, published in 2013 as 'How to Fail at Almost Everything and Still Win Big'. He distilled decades of odd experiments, failed ventures, and comic-strip success into a book that mixes memoir, productivity hacks, and contrarian self-help. The core ideas—systems over goals, skill stacking, and energy management—weren’t invented overnight; they grew out of Adams’s long public commentary on his blog, interviews, and the way he ran his creative life. I love that it reads like someone talking out loud about what worked and what didn’t. The chapters pull from his personal misfires (business attempts, writing struggles) and the small epiphanies that followed. If you trace the essays and tweets he posted before 2013, you can see the themes already forming. For me, the book feels like a practical, slightly sarcastic toolkit and it still pops into my head when I’m deciding whether to chase a shiny goal or build steady systems.

Scrolling through tag pages at midnight has become my favorite procrastination, and yes, 'first time' themes show up in so many cute and messy ways. There are obvious tags like 'First Kiss' and the bluntly titled 'First Time' (which often signals sexual content — sites will pair that with warnings like 'Mature' or 'Explicit'), but there are also softer flavors: 'First Meeting', 'First Mission', 'First Day', 'First Love', or even 'First Loss' for angsty, heavier reads. People combine these with tropes—'enemies to lovers', 'friends to lovers', 'slow burn', 'hurt/comfort'—to spotlight the emotional beat the story is about. I also pay attention to meta-tags and warnings: 'fluff' or 'angst' will tell you tonal expectations, while tags like 'non-con' or 'dubious consent' or 'underage' are essential safety flags to avoid. On platforms like 'Archive of Our Own' and others, searching for specific phrases plus a rating filter helps. Personally, I love pairing 'First Kiss' with 'found family' or 'college AU'—it makes the scene feel lived-in and honest rather than just a checklist. Honestly, spotting a well-tagged fic feels like finding a hidden café that knows exactly how I like my tea.

The question of downloading 'Everything Everywhere All at Once' for free is tricky because it touches on both accessibility and ethics. As someone who adores films, especially ones as creatively wild as this, I totally get the urge to watch it without paying—especially if money’s tight. But here’s the thing: this movie is a labor of love from a team that poured their hearts into it. Renting or buying it legally supports the artists and ensures we get more unique stories like this. Streaming platforms like Amazon Prime, Apple TV, or Vudu often have rental options for a few bucks, which feels fair for a masterpiece this bonkers. That said, I’ve stumbled upon shady sites claiming to offer free downloads, and I’d steer clear. They’re usually riddled with malware, or worse, the quality’s so bad you’d miss half the multiverse shenanigans. If you’re strapped for cash, check if your local library has a digital copy—some lend movies through services like Kanopy or Hoopla. Or wait for a free trial on a streaming service that carries it. The joy of this film deserves a proper viewing, not a pixelated, virus-laden mess.

My stomach dropped when the chapters went from small losses to him literally losing everything—it's brutal in a way that feels deliberate, not random. From where I'm standing, the author uses that total collapse as a pressure cooker: take away his job, his loved ones, his status, and you forge the raw material for transformation. Often in these stories the fall exposes character flaws—pride, bad choices, misplaced trust—or external rot like corruption and debt collectors who don't care about backstories. Reading it on a rainy Tuesday commute, I also noticed the world-building nudging the plot. Institutions in the story are stacked against ordinary people: loans, power plays, or supernatural contracts can wipe someone out overnight. That amplifies sympathy and sets up either revenge arcs or rebirth arcs. Think of how 'Solo Leveling' strips a character down before building them up in a different way. So, in short, he loses everything because the story needs a clean slate to push his arc into something bigger—whether that's a revenge spiral, a lesson in humility, or a dark descent. I left the chapter feeling raw but curious about what kind of person he'll become next.