It’s funny how losing a bet can make you look at things differently. This whole week has been… a lot. I’m not gonna lie, I miss being the one in charge. But there’s a weird kind of peace in having your choices taken away for a bit. No overthinking, no ego getting in the way—just following the rules I agreed to, even when they make me blush. Guess honor isn’t just for winners. Still, counting down the hours till I get my dignity back. Maybe I’ll be a little less quick to wager next time. Or maybe not. 😅