It's funny, the things you realize you've been carrying around, not even in your backpack, but just... in the air around you, like a specific kind of atmospheric pressure you thought was normal. It’s like finally stepping out of a house where the heater was always on, set too high, and you just thought that was how warm 'normal' was supposed to feel, never realizing how much energy it took just to exist in that constant heat. It’s wild how you just… accommodate. Bending around a constant, unseen obstruction, not even aware you're doing it, until one day it's just gone and you realize your posture has completely changed. I remember that slight lean I used to have, thinking it was just 'me.' It’s like the constant inventory in my head, the mental spreadsheet running 24/7, tracking every single penny, every potential shortfall, every 'what if' scenario. And then one day, it’s not GONE gone, but it’s running in the background, not screaming for front-of-mind attention, and you realize how much processing power that used to consume.