We did a brunch recently. Nothing planned, nothing booked weeks in advance. Someone suggested a place, a few texts went out and suddenly there were four of us around a table that was definitely meant for just two.
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.
