I used to think life was about getting to the next station. Now I’m learning that the real magic is in the ride itself—and that the in-between might just be where we finally feel at home.

On April 2, I was laid off from my six-figure job, and everything changed. Instead of rushing into the next chapter, I chose to slow down, start over, and document the journey.

What if boring wasn’t a sign you’re doing life wrong — but proof you’re finally coming home to yourself? A personal essay on romanticizing the mundane, reclaiming rest, and honoring the quieter seasons of becoming.

We’re told intentional living starts at 5am with a perfect routine — but maybe it starts here: in one honest moment, where you choose what you actually need. A gentle reminder to drop the “shoulds” and come back to yourself.

I thought journaling might help clear my mind, but I didn’t expect AI to help me see myself more clearly. In this reflection, I share how combining journaling with ChatGPT helped me uncover blind spots, challenge old patterns, and begin walking a softer, more intentional path forward.

It’s been 57 days since I was laid off, and instead of sprinting toward the next chapter, I’ve been sitting in the quiet unknown. This post isn’t a list of takeaways or a tidy success story. It’s a reflection on what happens when life slows down without your permission—and the uncomfortable, beautiful lessons that surface when you finally stop trying to fix it all.