
Every January, a quiet form of panic settles in. It rarely announces itself as fear, and it almost never looks dramatic. Instead, it arrives as a low-grade, persistent unease—the sense that something fundamental is off, that you have somehow misjudged your timing, that the life you are living does not quite match the life you were supposed to be living by now. It feels as if a train left the station and you were standing on the platform checking your phone while it disappeared down the tracks.
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