3 May 2026 — Holding My Ground Through the Day
This morning began slower, softer. I woke up at 7am, after about 7 hours and 20 minutes of sleep. There was a quiet rhythm to everything — preparing gouqizi and matcha, brushing my teeth, bathing, getting ready step by step. My mum went out for a while while I was in the middle of my routine. I took out my own breakfast — a sardine puff — and ate on my own. There was a small craving for McDonald’s, but I let it pass. Not everything needs to be acted on. The morning felt calm. Simple. Manageable. Later, we went out together. After alighting, I noticed laughter nearby as I walked. It wasn’t clear, but it stayed in my awareness. We moved up the escalator, continuing forward. My mum showed me a restaurant for next Saturday — Mother’s Day lunch. A moment of planning ahead. Something that exists beyond today. At the toilet, I had to wait because the door was locked. I queued quietly. Grandma let me go first — a small kindness that didn’t need words. Inside was quick. But outside, things shif...