Until I get the breathing right, I know I won’t be able to move smoothly or go much further. It’s the missing piece of the puzzle. And while it’s tricky, I’m not discouraged. I’ve come this far by learning one step at a time, and this is just the next challenge.
This is where I gather scattered thoughts and moments—memories from the past, hopes for the future, and details of the present that often go unnoticed. My journal isn’t just about big events, but about the spaces in between: reflections, drifting thoughts, and the quiet rhythm of time.
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