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.

I’ll keep the tea‑warm headline tucked in my pocket and let the rest tumble away like confetti. The first draft is the compass, and the edits? Just the wind that nudges me off the path sometimes. Let’s see where that wind takes me.