A tiny, soulful bucket list entry

 

This little project has been on my mind for a while now. It’s nothing grand — just a small corner I want to create for myself, a space where I can keep writing, reflecting, and documenting whatever moves me. Over the past few months, I’ve slowly found my way back into writing — not for anyone else, not for validation — but purely to feel. To feel everything a little more deeply.

 

And maybe one day, these scattered pieces will form a story. Or maybe they won’t. But either way, writing is the most honest expression I have. Even if I don’t let the world read my most vulnerable parts, this is where I feel most like myself.

 

This blog won’t be about daily updates or 1000 posts in 1000 days. But "1000 days" has become a little marker for me — a metaphor, a reminder. I want to live my life like it matters, and I keep telling myself: I want love that lasts at least 1000 days. I want friendships that stay longer than just a passing season. I want to travel, to feel, to make memories that stretch across a thousand sunsets.

 

So this is where it begins — a quiet promise to myself to keep showing up, to keep writing, and to never take life for granted. Because if I’m here, I want to be here, fully — for at least a thousand days and everything they hold.