Sometimes life doesn't completely fall apart. Sometimes it just feels like a lot. Today, after my daughter had a complete breakdown in the car, I found myself needing a reset. Not a glamorous wellness retreat kind—the very real, motherhood-meets-real-life kind. Which got me thinking about the five-minute reset. Not because five minutes magically fixes everything, because sometimes it's enough to help you breathe again. Tiny resets still count.

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.

Some days are both brutal and beautiful. Today was ten phone calls, a cranky toddler, a rejected proposal, a ghost who finally texted back, and a test taken from the road. Also? Real wins. Real progress. Real exhaustion. Self-care after an exhausting day doesn't have to be a spa retreat or a journaling ritual. Sometimes it's ordering Neapolitan pizza with intention, eating it in the quiet, and letting one small, perfect thing be enough. The karma math checks out.