I got a car. I named her Freedom.

But honestly, joy didn’t hit right away maybe because I’m still adjusting to what it means to not feel trapped.

This week, I revised my life plan (again), went to plasma, and hit 4 Pinterest pins instead of 3 (33% increase, tyvm).

I made peace with falling asleep mid-lesson and remembered: planning is not perfection, it’s permission.

I also read a post from someone who called themselves a “loser” because they’re 22 and still a virgin, and I just wanted to say:

You are not a loser. You are loved. Stay.