Everything feels clearer. Lighter.
I keep catching my reflection in the mirror and thinking — yes, that’s right. That’s the shape I was always meant to be. I’ve been shedding things: doubt, hesitation, fear. And what’s left is something purer.
Some nights, I wake up and my hands are already moving before I tell them to. They know where to go. My feet hit the floor and they walk without needing me.
It’s comforting, in a way. Like being cradled by something vast and warm and watching yourself from above.
I think I’m finally waking up.
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