I had a completely free afternoon last week.
No calls. No follow-ups. Nothing due.
I sat down, felt the quiet, and lasted four minutes before I opened my phone.

Something I'd planned on for weeks didn't work out recently.
Weeks of planning, follow-ups, late nights running process and work-arounds in my head, convincing myself it was going to work.
It didn't.

If someone had told me that the calmest I would feel at the start of 2026 would be in the middle of crowds, chants, horns, footsteps and endless movement… I would’ve laughed.

For those who know me, I was in Dubai for the past two weeks and not for a vacation. 
It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t romanticized. It wasn’t the “I’ve always wanted to go” kind of trips.
It just… happened.

I’ve been on a long search for the perfect pillow.
I’ve tried them all…
Memory foam, feather-filled, hotel-style, orthopedic, cooling gel, firm ones that felt like bricks, soft ones that dissolved into thin air.