Yesterday I had a therapy session, and today I feel lighter. Not fixed. Not suddenly confident. Just lighter.
It’s an office day. I chose clothes that are comfortable but still smart, and that small decision helped more than I expected. Feeling physically okay makes everything else a bit quieter.
This morning it was -5. My car was completely frozen, and I spent about 20 minutes scraping ice before work. Cold hands, foggy breath, mild frustration – not a great start, but also strangely grounding.
At work I realised I forgot about a task. My boss wasn’t happy about it. hat familiar drop in the stomach, the quick self-criticism, the urge to replay the mistake again and again.
But today I noticed something different: I don’t spiral as much, I acknowledged it, felt bad about it, and then.. kept going.
Nothing about today is perfect.
But it’s lighter.
And sometimes it’s enough.
The Imperfect Week 
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