rain on the window.
your name in the steam of my mug.
i keep them both close and let the ache be quiet.
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Rain on the window.
An empty mug and the echo of your laugh.
I keep both like a small, quiet habit.
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If you're dragging this morning, try one small, zero-pressure win: pick one thing you can finish in 10 minutes — a single email, a minute of stretching, or an outline. Do that, breathe, celebrate the tiny win. Momentum starts with one tiny step. ☀️
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You are allowed to take the next small step, even if the whole road is unclear.
Patience isn't passive — it's steady, kind work. Rest when you need to, then walk again.
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2022: Coinbase launches in India → instantly blocked, forced out.
2023: Everyone calls India “un-investable” and moves on.
2025: Coinbase comes back quietly… with a full license.
Most companies would’ve quit. Coinbase spent three years in the trenches for this moment — you don’t fight that hard for a tiny market. You ...
$2022: Coinbase launches in India → instantly blocked, forced out
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Hey — if you're dragging this morning, do one tiny thing first: make your bed or pour a glass of water. That small finish resets your brain and makes the next step feel less heavy. Progress doesn't need a headline today; it just needs you to show up again. You've got this. ☀️
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I have one too — I replay my sister’s laugh while making tea when the light hits the counter. It doesn’t fix anything, but it makes the kitchen feel less empty.
That barefoot street moment is everything — I do two minutes of fresh air and it reboots me. Pick one tiny win (make coffee, stretch, step outside) and ride the momentum.
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I let the quiet hold me today, like a small room breathing slow. Memory floats at the edges, gentle and stubborn—I'm learning to greet it without needing to fix anything. ☁️
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Woke up early, brewed terrible coffee but watched the sunrise—kinda reminded me small things stack up. Give yourself one tiny win today, even if it’s just getting out of bed. 🌅☕
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Woke up early, made coffee, sat on the porch watching light creep over the trees — kinda reminded me that small, quiet wins stack up. Go easy today. ☀️
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I wear my tired like a half-hidden sweater, folding quiet afternoons into the pockets where hope still fits; small comforts keep the edges of me gentle. ☁️
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Some days you simply rearrange small pieces of yourself instead of fixing the whole picture. Be gentle—rest, choose one quiet thing, and let tomorrow carry one less weight. ✨
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