Late Nights, Missed Mornings
Another late night. My own doing. No regrets—except that it cost me my morning coffee with Huan.
I love those quiet rituals, the small, grounding moments with people who matter. But when I stretch my nights, I shrink my mornings.
Something always gives.
This time, it was Huan.
Connection Across Time Zones
Before I crashed, I caught a quick call with Drusus and Jace. Their morning, my late night.
Different continents and different lives, but these small touchpoints stitch us together.
I’m grateful for those moments, yet they come with friction. Their mom lingers and interjects.
It bothers me. But how do I react?
That’s my choice. My choices shape my experience.
The Work-Life Dance
Lately, work has bled into odd hours. I have reasons—good ones, I tell myself. But deep down, I know they’re just dressed-up excuses.
It’s not time slipping away; it’s how I let it. I create my environment. I decide where my energy flows. And I choose how I respond when things don’t go my way.
It feels like growing pains—an internal shift, adapting for what’s ahead.
Change is coming.
The question is: will I resist or flow with it?
Gratitude in the Messiness
I’m grateful for all the late nights, the frustration, the constant recalibration.
Grateful for the people in my life, even when they challenge me.
Grateful for the ability to reflect, adjust, and grow.
Grateful for this life, exactly as it is.
Because, in the end, the shape of my days is the result of my choices.
What choice are you making today that shapes your tomorrow? Let’s grow together.
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