Last night, somewhere between a delayed red-eye and my toddler throwing herself onto a hotel lobby floor, I wondered if there's a return policy on adulthood. After zero sleep, 47 bags, a "large trunk" Uber that was actually a toy car, and surviving on emotional support cookies, I learned something: exhaustion isn't failure. It's evidence you've been carrying a lot. If all you did today was survive and keep going? That counts.

April didn't just test me—it pushed me to my absolute limits. Between sleep deprivation and health scares, I found myself thinking: I just can't do this anymore. But here is the pattern I almost missed: every challenge that pushed me to the brink was followed by an intense miracle. There's a difference between breaking down and breaking open. If you're exhausted and depleted, you aren't doing it wrong. You're making room for something extraordinary.