Today felt like a return to alignment. I got my mammogram, met a sweet Persian tech, treated myself to pizza and Dr. Pepper, crushed my dead hang at the gym, and recorded a beautiful podcast conversation. I journaled, doodled smiley faces, and felt proud that my art journal turned out even better than I imagined. Someone who bought it told me it helped them let go of perfectionism — and that made my whole day. Life feels easy again, like divine timing is quietly working behind the scenes.