I don’t care anymore

Hi Reader, I’m writing this from my couch… no bra, pajamas on, second cup of coffee of the day in hand. It’s one of those in-between moments of just sitting and preparing for the day ahead. Lately, I’ve been noticing how often I’m right at my edge. Not in a dramatic way. I still get everything done, but the buffer I used to have feels thinner. Little things take more energy, decisions feel more difficult, and instead of brushing it off, I actually feel it. For a long time, my instinct was to...