The next morning started like every other.
Routine.
Predictable.
Safe.
And yet…
Nothing about it felt the same.
I stood in front of my closet longer than usual, staring at clothes I had worn a hundred times before, suddenly unsure of what I wanted.
Not what looked good.
Not what was appropriate.
But what felt right.
And that was new.
Because I didn’t hesitate over things like this.
I didn’t second guess.
I chose, I moved, I handled it.
Simple.
Except today… it wasn’t.
I finally reached for something neutral. Clean. Professional. Something that didn’t say anything.
Or maybe, said exactly what I needed it to.
Nothing.
By the time I got to the office, I had already made a quiet decision.
I wasn’t going to chase whatever this feeling was.
I wasn’t going to analyze it.
And
