It's funny how it happens, isn't it? Comparison has this sneaky way of creeping into our lives. It often shows up so quietly, almost unnoticed at first. Maybe it's when someone shares exciting news about

I used to move fast, even when I didn’t need to. Now my pace is slower, but it feels like I notice more. I see the cracks in the wall. The way the light falls at noon. I listen to my own breathing. That

I hope you know how hard that is for some people to admit. Not me, mind you. I am wrong often enough to have come to terms with the concept. But, it appears, that I am not back, and moving will continue