I used to want the loud kind of success—the kind you could brag about. But that craving has softened. Now I want the kind of life that feels good at 8 a.m. on a Tuesday, while I’m making toast.
Quiet doesn’t mean boring. It means enough. It means peace. It means not performing for a world that wants you louder than you are.
I’m not shrinking—I’m settling. And there’s power in that, even if it doesn’t trend.
