This past weekend, I stumbled across a story I had written years ago. It was a fantasy about someone I had a crush on back in college. As I read it, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of longing wash over me. The writing was good—better than I had even remembered. It carried so much of what I had felt back then but never had the courage to say out loud.
For a moment, I wished I could go back in time and do things differently. I wished I could’ve been braver, more open, maybe even let myself take the risk of being vulnerable. But then, another thought came to me: life has a funny way of giving us second chances. Maybe I didn’t get to experience that love then—but I realized I might have that opportunity again. That possibility filled me with something I haven’t felt in a while: excitement.
The truth is, I’m hopeful again. Hopeful for love. Hopeful for connection. Hopeful that the right story isn’t locked away in the past, but waiting to unfold in the present.
Before the week ended, my assistant reminded me of something I had been neglecting: “You should really relax and get a massage.” I laughed and told her, “Maybe what I need is to just get naked for some man!” We both cracked up. But beneath the humor, there was a truth: maybe it is time for me to release the tension I’ve been carrying, to let myself feel good again—whether that’s through love, laughter, or even just a well-deserved massage.
Life is too short not to get excited about what’s next. And right now? I’m excited for love, for self-care, and for all the unexpected ways joy sneaks back into our lives.
Clarity Cookies 
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