Finally, I was able to eat again. It’s still just small meals — soup, soft foods — but each bite feels like progress. After days of discomfort, my body is starting to feel lighter, stronger, and ready to move again.
And just as my health is slowly bouncing back, life outside my little bubble seems to be picking up its pace, too. Travel plans have started pouring in, and everything feels like it’s sliding back into place. My calendar for August, especially on weekends, is already full — out-of-town trips, exciting events, and collaborations with brands, particularly hotels and Airbnb stays. The momentum is here, and I can feel it calling me to keep going, to keep creating, to keep telling stories.
Work today was nothing extraordinary — the usual corporate grind, endless deadlines that seem to breed overnight, and tasks that never quite run out. It’s the rhythm I’ve grown used to, the one that hums in the background while I chase dreams outside office walls.
But as I closed my laptop, I realized something — life is like this. There will be days when we’re too weak to eat, when plans slow down, when things feel stuck. And then there are days when the rhythm picks up again, when energy returns, and doors open one by one.
It’s in those moments of stillness and in those seasons of movement that we learn the beauty of balance. We can’t always run at full speed; sometimes, we need to pause, heal, and wait for God’s timing.
Today reminded me: setbacks are temporary, momentum can return, and life — like our strength — has a way of finding its flow again.
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