Had an Americano and a plain croissant at the cafe nearby, just sitting with how fast this work is changing—faster than I can even put a name to it. Not bad, just... real. Some milestones don’t land like finish lines—they feel more like the floor moving under the rug. Still figuring out what that means for what’s next, and honestly, I kind of like the unease. Also, the croissant was a total mess. Somehow that made the day better.

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