For two days I’ve felt off. Heavy. Like a low hum I can’t switch off.
It’s not from anyone else. It’s the echo of choices I thought I’d outgrown.
Old patterns have a way of testing you. They call to see if you’ll answer.
Maybe the point isn’t to carry the feeling but to remember why it showed up.
A reminder of what you’ve left behind and what to steer clear of next time.
