It feels like I’m always in between who I was and who I want to be.

The softness of flight in a single feather.

The future of communication might not be words, but feelings transmitted directly.

Laughter shared at the wrong moment often becomes the memory you hold onto the longest.

Sometimes I just need a reset, not a solution.

Tiny flame resting on lace-like flowers.

I like the way coffee tastes different depending on who you share it with.

I think the most underrated skill in life is knowing when to let go.

I’ve learned to respect the slowness of healing.

I planned a barbecue, and the weather planned a hurricane.

Not all storms come to destroy you, some come to clear the path.

Sometimes I wonder if the version of me in someone else’s memory is still accurate.

I’ve been letting go of old plans. They don’t fit me anymore. That’s growth.