Day 40 – So apparently the calendar changed. Everyone on the internet is talking about fresh starts and reinvention like January came with a personality upgrade. Meanwhile my nervous system is still buffering. Healing doesn’t follow calendars. Trauma…

Day 39 – The first morning of the new year arrived very quietly. No fireworks. No big epiphanies waiting by the coffee maker. No dramatic cinematic feeling like life had suddenly shifted into a new chapter. Just sunlight…

Day 38 – The world is celebrating tonight. Fireworks somewhere in the distance. People counting down. Champagne corks popping like humanity collectively decided we all deserve a victory lap. Meanwhile I’m sitting on my couch with Roger wondering…

Day 37 – There’s something strange about the last few days of a year. Everyone starts reflecting whether they want to or not. Social media fills up with dramatic captions about transformation and lessons learned and leaving the…

Day 36 – I found myself thinking about the version of me that existed before all of this. Not obsessively. Not in a painful way exactly. Just one of those quiet thoughts that slips into your mind when…

Day 35 – Something strange has been happening lately. Calm makes me suspicious. I noticed it this afternoon. The apartment was quiet. The day had been gentle. Nothing bad had happened. No stressful phone calls. No heavy conversations….

Day 34 – Some days arrive without ambition. They don’t ask you to be brave or insightful or emotionally profound. They just show up and sit there quietly like a polite guest. Today was one of those days….

Day 33 – The day after Christmas always feels strange. The lights are still up. The decorations are still pretending the moment hasn’t passed. But the energy has shifted in that quiet way the world does when a…

Day 32 – Christmas morning arrived quietly this year. No rush. No obligations. No big plans waiting on the other side of sunrise. Just the soft glow of the tree lights and the slow realization that the day…

Day 31 – The holidays are strange this year. Not tragic. Not dramatic. Just strange in that quiet, sideways way where everything feels slightly out of focus. Christmas Eve used to feel bigger somehow. Louder. More theatrical. Full…