April felt like that middle part of a romcom — not quite the beginning where everything’s cute, not yet the happy ending — just the messy part where the main character is figuring stuff out with unwashed hair and mismatched socks. There were good days, for sure — the kind where I felt productive, inspired, maybe even a little bit on it. But then there were also those “can I just pause life for a sec?” kind of days. Days when my brain felt foggy, my heart felt heavy, and honestly, I just wanted someone to tell me I’m doing okay. And maybe I am. Because even on the days I felt tired or stuck or unsure — I still showed up. For work. For others. For myself (even if it was just brushing my hair and answering one email before hiding under a blanket again). There were small wins too: choosing rest without guilt, sending that message I was scared to send, letting go of something that was weighing me down. And also — finding comfort in the little things, like warm coffee, long showers, unexpect...
When one doesn’t have the things that one loves, one must love what one has.