I asked myself this again. Not casually. But honestly. And this time, the answer felt like a yes. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just… clear. In my last piece, I wrote about dreams. About paying attention to what pulls you. Even in small ways. I didn’t fully understand it then. I was just writing what I felt. But something shifted after that. Writing itself became a release. Not in a big, life-changing way.But in a quiet, steady way. It felt lighter. More like me. At the time, I was