Some days, I open tabs I don’t finish. I write down ideas I won’t use. I stare at old photos, half-smiling, half-cringing. But I’ve stopped calling it wasted time.
Maybe this is what healing looks like: clumsy curiosity. A soft refusal to stay stuck. A quiet YES to life, even if I don’t know the whole plan.
Trying is underrated. Not quitting is louder than it looks.