I took a long sip of my hot cappuccino. The warmth slid down my throat and seemed to settle directly in my heart, opening it with a deep sigh of release. My lips curled into a soft smile to myself. Something inside me softened, like I was reuniting with an old friend I hadn’t seen in years.
For the first time in weeks, I finally felt at home again. Not home in the sense of walls and furniture, but home in that tender, unshakable sense of self. I was back in my favorite café, cup in hand, and writing again. Oh, how I miss this ritual that always grounds me.
Now that I am here, let me take this moment to say hi to you. How are you, fellow travelers? How are your days unfolding?
Mine had been rocky. Just days earlier, I received a blunt message: a client was canceling a project I had poured myself into for weeks. No warning. No explanation. Just a quick note saying they had chosen someone else.
The words sat on my phone screen like a weight. For a moment, I couldn’t move. I was stunned, shocked. But, strangely, not angry.
