Good Morning, Visa Cancellation

Postponing my alarm might not have been the best decision on this Monday morning.

Yesterday—Sunday, naturally—I ended the day making promises to myself. Tomorrow, you lock in. It will be Monday, and my birthday is just a month and a day away. No more excuses. From tomorrow: no sugar, 12k steps, no more oversleeping, only home-cooked meals, weight training, sauna, skincare routine, prayers on time.

But Monday morning arrived, and I couldn’t bring myself to wake up for my laser appointment. I cancelled it with a short message and went back to sleep, while my alarm kept ringing every few minutes. (Yes, I am that kind of person—the kind that sets at least 45 alarms. Not because I don’t hear them, but because I prefer to annoy myself into waking up, eventually.)

And just as I was drifting back into sleep, my phone started ringing. The laser clinic. I didn’t answer. They were trying to reschedule my appointment. Really? Couldn’t that have been a WhatsApp message, like the one I sent to cancel?

Somewhere between the alarms and the calls, I told myself it was better to just start the day. Still half-asleep, still in bed, I opened WhatsApp. The first message I read:

Good morning, how are you? Visa cancellation.

Between the morning fog and a quiet sense of confusion, I realised my day might have started better had I actually woken up as planned. That was not the message I would have chosen to wake up to.

And yet, it felt… okay.

In a way, everything in my life right now feels okay. Not perfect, not certain—but okay. I accept it. I embrace it, as it comes.

But to understand that, we need to go back to early January, almost four months ago.

I’ll be unfolding pieces of these past months slowly, weaving them into fragments of my daily life and thoughts.

I’m not sure I’ll follow any structure. I’m not sure I’ll be consistent. But a friend told me to start a blog and just write.

So here I am.