With this question, I found myself stepping back—looking at my life from a little distance. It was as if I zoomed out of my routine and saw both the inside and outside very clearly.
If “typical” means waking up, managing chores, having breakfast, and leaving for work with a guilty heart—that clutching, invisible guilt—then yes, today was typical. Most days are.
In an effort to escape this very “typicalness,” we end up following another familiar script: roaming markets, buying things we don’t need, eating food that brings short-term comfort, and calling it a break. But isn’t that just another cover over an old cover?
The scary part? Even my inner world is starting to feel typical.
The same cycle—
Cursing myself for missing another workout.
For not sticking to the diet plan I made months ago.
For letting all those organizing ideas just sit there.
For mindless scrolling.
For hoping for a better tomorrow without making today even slightly better.
Gosh, I’m scared.
This question—”Was today typical?”—has shaken me a little. Made me doubt some of the choices I keep making on repeat.
But maybe… maybe writing this is step one.
Maybe asking for help, wondering out loud—
“Do you think I can be helped?”
—is the start of something untypical.
Calm with Me 