year ago today I was sitting on the floor of my studio apartment surrounded by boxes. Not packing boxes. Not yet. Just the regular accumulation of a life I had carefully built. I had been studying for my licensure exams for months. The finish line was close enough to see. And then someone appeared in the doorway, and I knew — before a word was spoken — that everything was about to rearrange itself into something unrecognizable.

Somehow, across every season of my career and life, the most consistent title I've held has been "Guinea Pig." I'm the oldest of six, so by default I was the first test case. That role has followed me into adulthood — relentlessly. Being first doesn't mean being helpless. It means moving forward without certainty and staying long enough to learn from what works and what absolutely does not.