Today was chaotic but better. I made turkey meatballs and lentils, finally ate something I wanted, and that simple act brought me joy. Family tension flared (again), but I stood my ground. I uploaded Day 11 of 30 Days of Pleasure, navigated noise, sighs, and yawns, and remembered laughter as pleasure. My book Permission to Fly is now on Audible, and I’m growing in every area, from iMovie to intuition. I’m still hoping, still believing. And today, I didn’t cry. That’s something.