Today’s shift was the usual quiet hum of the 24-hour lights and the soft beep of the scanner. But sometimes, in the silence between customers, I find myself thinking about the roads not taken. Not just the big, flashy dreams that fell apart—but the smaller, quieter ones too. The kind you build without even realizing it until they’re gone. Funny how life teaches you to find a strange sort of peace in the mundane, even when your heart still whispers about what could have been. Anyone else ever feel like they’re living in a ‘meanwhile’ chapter?