Today I let myself spiral—but gently. I didn’t force productivity; I wrote, painted, meditated, and let the day unfold. Somewhere between counting backwards from 200 and tearing up at The Little Mermaid, I realized I don’t have to know all the answers yet. I can just be—confused, hopeful, alive. I can let things take shape in their own time. So this one’s for the part of us that’s still figuring it out but keeps showing up anyway.