I have reached the stage of life where my hobbies are fitness, discipline, recovery work, website maintenance, and trying to remember why I walked into a room.
That is growth.
At 25, I thought being hard meant surviving chaos.
Now being hard means doing pushups after night shift, eating clean when everybody else is eating garbage, fixing a WordPress issue I created myself, and pretending my cat is not emotionally manipulating me from across the room.
This is not the life I imagined.
It is probably better.