Today felt like a cosmic test I didn’t sign up for. I held a 34-second dead hang at the gym — small win — but then spent the rest of the day wrestling with tech issues, delays, and my own frustration. Three calls to TransUnion, a spiritual practice that left me questioning if I did it wrong, and a random rap song from my “song of the day” ritual that made zero sense.

It was one of those days that makes you ask, “Am I being tested or guided?”

And maybe both.

Because even when things didn’t go right, I still showed up. I still tried. I still listened for direction — even when it felt quiet.

So if you’re having one of those days too, maybe this is your reminder:

Balance doesn’t mean peace. It means persistence.