Man, it's funny how a good night's sleep used to feel like winning the lottery, and now it's just... Tuesday. Like, a normal, expected Tuesday. I remember the mornings where just getting out of bed felt like a Herculean task, a battle lost before it even began, and now... now I just DO it, sometimes even before the alarm, and it's not even a big deal, which is WILD. I remember the mornings where just getting out of bed felt like a Herculean task, a battle lost before it even began, and now... now I just DO it, sometimes even before the alarm, and it's not even a big deal, which is WILD. It’s like, my body just knows it’s going to be okay, even if my brain hasn’t fully caught up to the fact that 'okay' is actually the default now, not some elusive, mythical state.