After spending years treating every decision like a permanent declaration of identity, I am beginning to wonder if I have been carrying far more pressure than life ever asked me to carry.

What if most decisions aren't forever?

What if most choices are experiments?

What if growth is less about certainty and more about participation?

Tonight's entry explores what happens after collapse, after accountability, after identity starts unraveling. It explores the uncomfortable realization that perhaps the next chapter of life does not require a perfect plan.

Maybe it only requires a next step.