Not all turning points are dramatic.
Some don’t announce themselves. Some show up disguised as exhaustion, disappointment, or the quiet realization that you can’t keep living the same way.
Mine wasn’t a single explosion — it was a slow build. A series of moments where I realized the cost of staying the same was higher than the risk of changing.
That’s when direction shifts.
Not when you feel brave — but when you’re tired of betraying yourself.
Tomorrow’s prompt: What “having it together” actually looks like for me.
Tumblers and Trash Talk 
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