Growth is weird. One minute you’re crying over spilled cold brew and questioning your entire existence, and the next minute you’re staring out the window like you’re in a coming-of-age movie, whispering, “I’ve changed.”
Have I done anything differently? No. Have I had a major realization? Also no. But still, the vibes are different.
Monday: I was chaos in human form
Started the week full of ambition. Opened 14 tabs. Wrote one sentence. Forgot to eat lunch. Googled “how to feel normal.” Mood: feral squirrel.
Tuesday: I walked outside
That’s it. That was the whole achievement. I touched a leaf and suddenly thought, maybe I’m healing. Nature is sneaky like that.
Wednesday: The identity crisis kicked in
Why does no one talk about how weird it is to be a person? Like… who decided we all have to pick a career and then just keep doing it until we retire?? Wild concept.
Thursday: Got ghosted by motivation
Made a to-do list. Stared at it. Took a nap instead. I call that “radical rest” now. Sounds fancy.
Friday: Rebranded myself entirely
I woke up and decided I’m mysterious now. I wear black. I drink tea slowly. I journal about “shifting timelines” even though I don’t fully know what that means. I am now a concept, not a person.
Saturday: Still mysterious, but now with snacks
The growth continues.
