1:35 a.m. couch gave up on me so I hit the bed, fan blasting, city alive outside, phone in timeout. Busy week, real work, sun out—a lot I’m grateful for. Mind’s juggling everyone and everything, but that’s just life weight. Big Mae said the soul’s got legs; I’m learning to let mine walk instead of just running busy. No hero move, just sleep.

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