Nothing major happened. No breakthroughs. No breakdowns. No wild moments of clarity or chaos. Just…life. I got out of bed a little too early, drank my water that wasn’t cold enough, and wore a shirt I didn’t really care for. I smiled at someone I didn’t feel like smiling at. I answered emails. I breathed.
And somehow, even in all that nothingness, I felt the weight of everything. Like the quiet hum under the noise was just a little louder than usual. Like my body remembered things I didn’t ask it to recall.
Sometimes I think the hardest days aren’t the big, dramatic ones. It’s the Tuesdays. The ones that are supposed to feel normal.
But I showed up. I kept going. I did the work. I didn’t break. I even laughed at something stupid online. I held space for myself in the middle of the ordinary.
Maybe that’s enough.
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