I always remind myself of the Reset Theory—that no matter how heavy things feel, I’m allowed to begin again. Some days I carry regrets, missed chances, and versions of me I’ve outgrown, and it gets overwhelming. But then I pause and remember: I am not stuck, I am not finished. I can breathe, let go, and choose differently, even if it’s just in small, quiet ways. Resetting doesn’t erase the past, but it gives me another chance to face life with a softer heart and stronger courage. And maybe that’s enough—to know that as long as I’m here, I can always start again.