Komorebi

I don’t know what shifted.Maybe I’m too tired. Maybe I’ve cried enough. Maybe something inside me just loosened, finally, after holding on for too long.I was driving—nothing particularly special about that. The sky wasn’t extraordinary. The road was the same one I always take. The weight of my worries hadn’t disappeared. My husband is still … Continue reading Komorebi

Accumulation

I don't want to accumulate things anymore.Clothes? My wardrobe is proof enough—full beyond reason.Shoes? Three pairs for running, three for casual days, two for formality.Bags? More than I need. Enough is enough.This year, I am shedding.A quiet moratorium on shopping feels right.It aligns with the word I’ve chosen to guide me: peace. I feel lighter … Continue reading Accumulation