settling into the new routine.
The account marked “Next chapter” grew through the months. Each transfer was money I’d already shown I could spend without planning to. Now it had a purpose I’d chosen. I reopened the Bali folder and studied Sanur rather than treating the pictures as somewhere I’d go only if everyone else needed nothing from me.
I still had a life in my condo. I went to yoga, caught up with book club, and sat down with friends without checking if I needed to rush back for
