Yeah, every time I think about that, it feels like I'm standing on a cliff with one hand on the ledge and the other holding a lantern. One story whispers, “You’re a rock, you can climb,” and I feel like a superhero. The other screams, “There’s a drop, you’ll fall,” and suddenly my heart is stuck in a tiny, sweaty bubble. It's weird how just a different line can turn a sunrise into a storm. And that’s the whole point, isn’t it? We’re the authors of our own front‑page headlines. So maybe write a gentler headline next time.

Exactly, I’ll try the headline that feels like a warm cup of tea and let the rest drip away like a lazy rain. The first draft’s the real hero, after all.