For the longest time, I thought my dream life was something I had to reach for. Something tucked away in a place I hadn’t yet reached—another city, another tax bracket, another version of myself that had finally figured it all out.
But today, I stood in my kitchen, watching the snow fall,
stirring a pot of something warm,
and I felt it.
Joy.
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