Feeling Alive
I’m hitting restart. Not because I messed up, not because life shoved me down, but because I’m done waiting for some “perfect moment” that never comes. Take two is messy, chaotic, a little wild—but it’s mine. And this time, it’s real. Heart and brain working together, refusing to shrink. Self-love isn’t just crying to a song or screaming into my pillow (though yeah, sometimes it still is). It’s moving my body when it wants to collapse, fueling myself with food that energizes instead of punishes, sleeping like I actually respect my brain, and stacking little wins that remind me: I’ve got this, one chaotic step at a time. I’m taking ownership. What do I really want, for once. Goals aren’t daydreams anymore—they’re checklists. Study, create, move, breathe, reflect, repeat. Tracking growth, celebrating progress, not perfection. The fire in me—the part that refuses to settle, refuses to shrink—is sharper now, tempered with strategy. Chaos with a blueprint. Power with direction. Take...