You’ve Stopped Making Long-Term Plans—Because What’s the Point? 

You used to dream about five years ahead. Now you’re just hoping next week doesn’t fall apart.

Another crisis. Another pivot. Another dream that had to wait.

You want to care. But your heart doesn’t know where to land. 

Every “plan” feels like a lie. Like jinxing the only thing that’s still okay. 

It’s not laziness. It’s protective grief. You’re tired of getting disappointed.

You’re not broken. Your mind is adapting. Trying to make peace in the pause. 

Hope doesn’t need to be loud. It just needs to stay lit. 

You’re allowed to build again. Slowly. Tenderly. No deadline required.