Born on a tuesday

My grandmother holding me on my birthday, April 26, 1994.

I was born on a Tuesday at 3:33 PM.

My grandma was the first person to hold me after my mother - and I swear her voice was the first soundtrack to my life.

I’ve always loved that detail. There’s something about Tuesdays. It’s not the start of the week, it’s not the weekend. It’s the in-between. The momentum. The quiet confidence. The reminder that you’re allowed to begin - even if it’s not the “perfect” time.

Maybe that’s why I’ve decided to post here every Tuesday - to claim the middle of the week as a rhythm, a ritual, a promise to myself that I’ll keep creating, keep showing up, and keep opening doors.

This week’s door? Launching my podcast, April In Action. It’s scary and exciting and weirdly grounding all at once.

But I keep thinking about that hospital photo - baby me, wrapped in a blanket, resting in my grandmother’s arms. I’ve always had someone believing in me, even when I couldn’t speak for myself.

So I’m showing up now. For her. For me. For the little girl who knew how to trust the rhythm of Tuesdays.

Thanks for reading, for cheering, for being part of this moment.

I hope you open a door for yourself today. Even just a crack. Even just in your mind.

You never know what might be waiting on the other side.

-April Nicole