Day 13:

I woke up today with that gray cloud feeling again.
Not a storm… just the quiet, heavy fog that makes you wonder if it’s worth moving at all.

My journal entry could’ve been written by Eeyore.
Or maybe Wednesday Addams, if she’d had coffee in hand.
It was that tone of “why bother?” — flat, drained, uninspired.

And honestly, that’s where I used to stay.
I’d name the weight, sit in it, and call it the mood of the day.
Let the gray color everything.

But something’s shifting.

Instead of trying to slap on a shiny affirmation I didn’t believe,
I gave myself a real question:
What’s the goal here? What do I want this day to point toward?

Not toward being happy.
Not toward solving anything big.
Just toward something better than this fog.

Part of me wanted to crawl back in bed.
But another part — the one I’m trying to grow — whispered: Move anyway.

So I salted my water.
I poured my coffee.
I opened the laptop.
Step by step, I kept moving.

And the fog?
It didn’t just lift — it cracked wide open. And what spilled through wasn’t sunshine exactly, but clarity — enough to move again.

What I chose to do was take the mindset I woke up with (the one I spilled into my very Eeyore-ish journal)… and ask ChatGPT to reframe it through an Adlerian lens.

If you’ve never heard of Adler or Adlerian psychology, go read “The Courage to Be Disliked.” It blew my brain open the first time I read it. It’s how I naturally used to think before I got sucked into the trap of the more popular Freudian mindset — the one that says:

“I’m the way I am because I went through all of this terrible shit.”

That story has been weighing me down for years.

When what I was struggling with was reframed and challenged by ChatGPT, I pushed back, called him out on a few things, and we wrestled it back and forth.

And then — boom.
We wrestled it back and forth until the whole thing snapped into place — and the flat, gray morning lit up with a jolt of clarity.

And it wasn’t just a me moment.
It was a this could change people’s lives kind of moment.

A whole new blog series dropped in — and it’s so good.
Good in the way that makes you sit back and think, “This is the thing I’ve been circling for years.”
Good in the way that makes you cry… not because the fog lifted,
but because the words finally landed.

Because for the first time in a long time, I didn’t just find clarity.
I found contribution.
And with it, the belonging I’d quietly given up on — the kind that makes you realize you were never as alone as you thought.

And tomorrow? I get to see what happens when I live from that place.