Yet another 'first'

There’s a soft hum in the background - the quiet kind that only hotel rooms seem to have. The lights are dim, the bed is perfectly made, and I’m sitting here, alone. For the very first time.

It’s my first solo stay in a hotel.

A few months back - first work trip on my own. First time all by myself, a schedule, a space - entirely by myself.

How does it feel? Strangely calming. Almost like time has slowed down to match my breath. It’s quiet. It’s cozy. The kind of stillness that invites you to just be.

I’ve always been someone who enjoys people. I light up around conversations, laughter, shared meals, noisy living rooms. I cherish time with family, friends, even strangers who bring stories with them.

But - I enjoy my own company too. There’s a kind of peace in being alone without feeling lonely. A quiet sort of confidence in knowing that I can be by myself and still feel full.

This year has been filled with firsts. New paths. New experiences. New versions of me. Some days have been overwhelming, others exciting - but all of them have stretched me just enough to grow.

So here I am. In this room. No, it doesn’t feel liberating - I’ve always felt free in my spirit. No, it’s not scary - it actually feels familiar, like I’ve been waiting to meet this version of myself.

Just me. A suitcase. A warm bed. And a heart full of gratitude.

Thanks for this day.