Leo

Sometimes you know what you need to do long before you can admit you know it. The clarity sits there, patient and unwelcome, while you spend weeks pretending the decision is still forming. You catch yourself making small moves that only make sense if you have already chosen, adjustments that feel like preparation for something you swear you have not decided yet. When you finally let yourself say what you have been knowing, it feels less like discovery and more like permission to stop pretending you were still figuring it out.