This is My Joyful Rebellion

Somewhere between the WhatsApp pings, the empty snack wrappers, and the relentless chase for “balance’ . . . I lost my spark.

Not in a dramatic, scream-into-a-pillow kind of way. Just slowly. Quietly. Little by little.

Between keeping the plates spinning, the lunch boxes full, and the inbox from exploding, something in me dimmed.