#SmallVictories

[wgc-productions]

We've got a Season 3 Small Victories Teaser for you! It was originally released in our bi-monthly newsletter (sign up at www.wgcproductions.com) which is where we give our our little updates on Small Victories and future shows (I'm working on this new multi-media mystery project I'm super excited about and it's pretty much what I'm talking about all the time over there).

Anyways, enjoy the sneak peak! This season is so good, you don't even know.

[mixtapenumber16]

Day 6: Simple Pleasures and Quiet Wins (っ◔◡◔)っ

Yo, internet void, checking in for Day 6! Today was a pretty low-key affair, but hey, sometimes those are the best kind of days.

Started off with a car wash for my trusty Innova - gotta keep her looking spiffy! Speaking of things I'm proud of, I haven't had a cigarette in two whole days! Small victories and all that, right?

Confession time: I also spent a good chunk of the day napping. Not gonna lie, sometimes sleep is the best therapy.

Later on, I played chauffeur for my sister, shuttling her between Gateway and Cubao Expo. Sibling bonding at its finest, haha. Picked her up a few hours later, and we capped off the night with a classic dinner combo - pizza and chicken. Simple but satisfying!

Overall, it was a pretty uneventful day. Still feeling that same weird mix of emotions from yesterday, but it's more of a dull ache now, not a sharp pain. Maybe that's progress? Who knows.

For now, I'm content to embrace the quiet, the simple pleasures. A clean car, a good playlist, a warm meal - these are the things that keep me going.

(P.S. Still here, still reading. And I truly appreciate it. You guys are the wind beneath my wings...or maybe the comfy blanket I'm currently hiding under. Either way, thanks for being awesome.)

[queka-store]

Omg, I can't believe how a journey that started with an AI art addiction led me to discover a community I feel so comfortable with! 💖✨

It all began when I got heavily addicted to AI generating and made hundreds of pictures, day and night just not to feel, just not to collapse... But as much as I loved creating, it led me straight and deeply into a financial crisis 💸 I turned to Claude AI for help, and it suggested selling my best AI creations on Redbubble. I figured, why not? I'm really proud of some of them, and even though I felt a bit ashamed for using AI for therapy and my dark and painful sides I never had the caurage to show before... It was too expensive (it is still cheaper than a professional listener), I decided to give it a shot... Hoping to gain back a bit of money to hold my head above the water. Redbubble suggested sharing my art here

and that's when I stumbled upon the most incredible platform, filled with people I can relate to on so many levels. 🥰 Even though I haven't sold anything on Redbubble in 3 months (maybe I never will, and that's okay - just another cool mistake in my life journey 😅), I feel happiness. The wonderful people in the private chat brighten my day and make it all worth it.

Through this journey, I am meeting here new friends, discovering fascinating perspectives, and connecting to a supportive community that I never knew I needed. 🙌 So even if I'm at the rock bottom of my life right now, I feel incredibly lucky and grateful to have you.

Thank you for existing, everyone! You've made this wild ride better for me. 😊💫

[eric-sadahire]

Sometimes I have bad days but then I think... it could be worse.

[wgc-productions]

The worst kind of flirting. (On the bright side it's integral to your character progression.)

i want you carnally *shoves a knife into your abdomen*

[minkahsieh]

Episode 4: Supportive Partners

14,000 km Back Home: A Woman's Silk Road Journey By Min Hsieh

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Part 1: The Plan

Chapter 2: Toward the Alps Let go of the extras you want, and you'll find you can carry everything you need.

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Supportive Partners – Austria, DAY 3

Even though it was just my second day on the road, I felt growing sense of confidence. The anxiety from yesterday and the failure from the day before seemed like distant memories.

I turned onto a small path, imagining myself as a professional cycling adventurer. Without GPS, I simply followed the river or headed south—it felt like the right direction.

But ten minutes later, I regretted taking this supposedly bike-friendly route. It led me uphill on a rough trail, pulling me away from the Isar River.

Now I was lost in the wilderness, dragging a bike loaded with tens of kilograms of gear. Recalling scenes from TV, I awkwardly maneuvered the bike over rocks and uneven terrain, hoping the rear wheel could withstand the weight and impacts. At this point, I wasn’t confident I could handle a flat tire on my own.

“Couldn't they design these bike paths to be smoother?” I muttered in frustration.

The day before, I had followed bike path signs only to take several unnecessary detours. Determined to avoid that mistake, I started the day on regular roads. But the speeding cars and strong winds were terrifying, often making me feel like I’d be swept into traffic. For safety, I reluctantly returned to the bike path.

At the trail's end, the exit was barely wide enough for a single bike or stroller. My bike, with saddlebags on both sides and the Big Frisbee tent strapped to the back, couldn't fit through.

“You're just trying to make my life difficult, aren't you?” I grumbled at the exit. Dismounting, I unstrapped the Big Frisbee and prepared to remove the left saddlebag.

But the saddlebag's clips were covered by my sleeping bag and mat, which meant I had to detach those first. After dismantling everything, I awkwardly pushed my bike through the narrow exit, then went back to carry my gear piece by piece before reattaching it all.

A middle-aged man with silver hair walked by, glancing curiously at my gear and actions. I liked meeting people with such curiosity because they were usually friendly and helpful—and I could really use a guide.

“Hello, can you tell me where the Isar River is? Is it far from here?” I asked in my broken German, one of my strengths being my lack of fear in using it.

“Not far. Just follow this road straight ahead,” he replied. His curiosity grew bolder as he took a closer look at my bike and gear.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“Do you mean today? I’m heading along the Isar River to Austria,” I replied, choosing to focus on today’s goal.

“Oh my! And then?” he asked, sensing my journey was more extensive.

“Next, I'll head to Italy,” I said.

“And where are you going in the end?” he asked, skipping ahead.

“If all goes well, my plan is to ride back to Taiwan,” I said.

“Just you? How long will it take? Why are you doing this?” he asked, his eyes wide with astonishment. In the end, he sincerely wished me a safe and smooth journey.

Shortly after returning to the Isar River, the landscape began to change. Mountain ridges appeared on the horizon, and I struggled to pedal up steep inclines with my untrained muscles, carrying tens of kilograms of gear.

My speed was comparable to a crawling turtle. Every couple of kilometers, I had to stop to catch my breath. When faced with a 12-degree incline, I sat by the roadside to rest before forcing myself to charge up 10 meters, only to dismount and push the bike step by step.

After several attempts, I stumbled upon a technique: leaning my body forward at a 45-degree angle gave me just enough momentum to push the bike. The thought made me laugh out loud, even as I struggled uphill.

After a long day of pushing, the path finally leveled out. Suddenly, the breathtaking Sylvenstein Lake unfolded before me, stretching east and west under a blue sky with layered mountains standing on the far side.

“Okay, next goal: make it to the other side of you. But first, it's time for lunch,” I said aloud to the lake, as if it were listening.

It was 1:30 in the afternoon when I found a lookout point with a parking spot. Leaning my bike against the railing, I pulled out a stove and pot from one of the saddlebags and fished out a pack of instant noodles from the quick-release bag. Facing the lake, I boiled water for my meal.

“Who cares if I have experience or not? Who cares if I'm doing it right? The fact is, I pushed my bike up here, and now I can sit here and enjoy this view while cooking. That's all that matters,” I thought.

I felt proud of my progress, as if every cell in my body was cheering.

Friends had often questioned the logic of my trip. “Why are you planning such a dangerous journey?” they’d ask.

“I'm not entirely sure. There are so many small reasons, and each one is like a thread pulling me forward, making it impossible to stop,” I'd reply, never able to give a satisfactory answer because I didn't have one myself.

Planning this journey felt like navigating life itself: not knowing which direction to take, what to choose, or how to proceed. No matter how much advice I received, I was the one who had to walk this path. The thought of loneliness and darkness terrified me—just as life’s uncertainties did.

Still, I believed that completing this journey might somehow solve certain puzzles about life. Of course, it might end up changing nothing at all, just as life often feels futile. But even then, I had nothing to lose. By letting go and daring to try, I might achieve a different outcome. “I have to do this,” I told myself, even as I knew I lacked the ability to complete it. Because it is not only a distant goal but also a dauting challenge to begin.

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Closing Remarks:

✨ Your Turn: Challenges often teach us more than victories. Have you ever found a sense of rhythm or peace while overcoming something difficult? Share your thoughts below—I'd love to hear them!

📅 Time Frame: This story chronicles my journey across two continents between November 2013 and October 2014. Published independently in Taiwan in 2021, it is now shared as an English serialized novel through AI translation, connecting with friends worldwide to share this journey of personal growth.

📅 Next Episode: "Supported by Generosity"

supposedly bike-friendly route

[recsspecs]

And a very happy new year

[abitboldshop]

"Life of an Etsy Shop Owner: Expectation vs. Reality"

Expectation: Posting a new item and getting orders from thousands of eager customers, all while sipping coffee and planning my next product line. ☕✨

Reality: Spending 30 minutes debating whether “Funny Mug” or “Hilarious Coffee Cup” is a better keyword. Refreshing my shop stats like they’re the stock market, celebrating a like as if I just got a Nobel Prize.

Me to my shop stats: Please just tell me someone loves my work.

One thing's for sure, every small victory counts! And I wouldn’t trade it for anything… except maybe better SEO knowledge and a bottomless coffee cup. 😅

[wgc-productions]

This is sorta how I'm conceptualizing Small Victories Season 3, because I realized a few months ago that Marisol is haunted by her past and her future and that makes for some good storytelling.

stories where memory is a character. stories where the past is alive and haunting you. stories where you are your own ghost

[gpstudios]

Regularly Revisit Your Goals and Celebrate Small Victories 🌟

Regularly revisiting your goals and celebrating small victories is key to maintaining motivation and commitment. Stay focused on your aspirations, track progress, and enjoy the journey to achieving your dreams.

Setting goals is a powerful way to channel your energy and ambition towards achieving your dreams. However, the journey doesn’t end with setting goals; it involves regularly revisiting them and celebrating the small victories along the way. These practices help sustain enthusiasm, build momentum, and maintain commitment. Here’s how you can effectively revisit your goals and celebrate progress to…

[wgc-productions]

SMALL VICTORIES HAS RETURNED FROM WAR!

The premiere is here and the season (which is 10 episodes long) will release every Thursday for, would you believe it, 10 weeks!

Five months after Marisol was stabbed things are looking up. Well, anything that's not being dead is "looking up".  She has been sober for 142 days (though the doctors did give her a lot of very strong painkillers so...there's that), she's planning a wedding (though Nina keeps moving it up because her Dad is getting worse so....that's another thing), also she's working as a private chef (and maybe getting a little too close with her clients), but hey, Aaron didn't kill her and I think we should really focus on that! That seems good. Things are good!

Starring: Mo McKynzie as Marisol. Yodeet Nymberg as Nina. Chinna Palmer as The Stranger. Lolita Marie as Summer. Akanimo Effang as Host. Cody Smith as Aaron. B. Narr as Jack.

Crew: Jade Madison Scott (Writer/Creator/Producer). Nathan Gabriel (Director/Sound Designer/Script Consultant). Virginia Wilson (Supervising Producer). Will Stokes (Associate Producer). Michael Rondstadt (Assistant Sound Designer). Nicholas Feldman (Assistant Sound Designer). Sterlyn Termine (Composer). Julia Patrick (Logo Artist)

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And tell all your friends!

[wgc-productions]

In our show, a gay person tried to kill God but then it sort worked out in a roundabout way.

its such a shame to me that when people hear the word "podcast" they immediately think of Joe Rogan or like 5 white men sitting in a circle talking about movies. thats not a real podcast. they dont even have gay people killing god! any true podcast is legaly mandated to have gay people kill god.

[marsymallows]

Feeling Accomplished in a Tiny Way

With the terribly scorching heat indices we’ve been suffering in the past weeks in the Philippines, it can be so easy to feel exhausted, drained and in some cases **ehem** hot-tempered. They say before you get a HEAT STROKE, you have most likely been through HEAT CRAMPS and HEAT EXHAUSTION first, but for the past 2 weeks, I honestly believe that I’ve skipped the cramps and went straight to…

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

Celebrate your small wins too.

[lifeoptimizeer]

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