had just written a blog post earlier that day, sharing something simple yet meaningful: how I finally made my way back to my couch. Not just to sit, but to be, to journal, to reflect, to really feel into my evenings again. It felt like a return, a quiet reclaiming of myself.
Later that night, out of pure randomness (or divine orchestration, you decide), I opened Instagram stories. Mind you, I hadn’t done that in months. It was as if my thumb moved on its own. And there it was.
A YouTuber I’ve followed for a while had shared a new video. The title instantly struck a nerve: something about what had been happening behind closed doors and her plan to retire.
Wait—what?
I wasn’t planning to watch anything. It was almost bedtime and I was about to wind down. But the video was short, so I thought it was okay to watch. Besides, I didn’t think I could wait till morning to watch it. And there, I pressed play (and I’m glad I did it).
What I watched was raw, real, and unexpectedly deeply affirming.
