Lately, life has felt blurry. The days move fast, and even when I want to sit still, I find myself trying to catch up with everything happening around me and within me.
I’ve been learning how to live with routine again. Work, coffee, playlists on repeat, late-night thoughts, weekends that pass too quickly. Some days feel productive and full; others feel distant, like I’m only moving because time keeps pushing forward. There are quiet moments, yet my mind still feels restless—constantly occupied by thoughts that refuse to settle.
Still, there are small things that make everything feel a little lighter. Familiar songs. Good conversations. The comfort of coming home after a long day. I think I’m beginning to understand that not every season of life has to be exciting to be meaningful—that peace is not always found in silence.
Maybe this phase isn’t about finding all the answers. Maybe it’s simply about learning how to stay present while life unfolds slowly around me.
