There’s a moment when you look in the mirror and realize: that’s it, time to reset. Not because it’s critical. Just because you’re done with it.
Between deadlines, kids, school, clients, and everything else, you somehow stop paying attention to yourself. Not a crisis — just a backlog. Stubble turned into a beard, and the beard became its own thing.
I’m heading to the barbershop. A small reset ritual. Half an hour of silence, skilled hands, coffee. I’ll walk out a different person — visually, for sure.