Take a moment—breathe. Reflect on the week gone by, like flipping through the dog-eared pages of a well-worn book. The highs? They’re the melodies of a jazz tune, unexpected and sweet. The lows? Well, they’re the dissonant notes, the ones that remind you life isn’t meant to be smooth. But here’s the thing: both are part of the symphony. Let the highs lift you, the lows teach you, and as you step forward, let them both go. Smile. Not the perfunctory kind but a deep, knowing grin. Life isn’t perfect, but it’s damn beautiful if you let it be.

And then there’s the Shaka—a perfect metaphor for the ride we’re all on. Born in the rich soil of Hawaiian culture, it’s a gesture of “Aloha,” of connection, of rolling with the waves no matter how rough the sea gets. Maybe it was Hamana Kalili, a man who turned a factory accident into a legacy, or maybe it’s older, as old as the islands themselves. The specifics don’t matter. What matters is the meaning: hang loose, stay cool, let life be.

So here’s the trick—throw a Shaka, even if just in your mind. Let it remind you to embrace the ebb and flow. It’s a signal to yourself, to the world: “I’m here. I’m alive. I’m ready for whatever’s next.” The week behind you is gone, and the one ahead is waiting, but for now, in this moment, you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.