Lifestyle

Nothing about my beginning looked impressive from the outside. It was just me, a laptop, a very tired brain, and a heart that refused to give up its ideas. I worked in between real life. Before work. After work. On weekends where it felt like I was missing out. There were many nights I questioned myself and many mornings I wanted to cancel the whole thing. But every time I thought of stopping, I remembered the version of me who wanted more, and I kept going for her. This is not a story of instant success. It is a story of small steps taken quietly, over and over again.