Cheers Bitch

I lift the glass not in celebration, but in recognition of survival.

There is grit in showing up when the world offers no applause.

Every scar carries a receipt for lessons paid in full.

Some victories are quiet and slightly bitter.

I nod to the chaos, the mistakes, and the stubborn refusal to disappear.

There is humor in endurance when optimism has left the room.

I acknowledge the mess without apologizing for it.

This moment does not ask for permission or approval.

Cheers Bitch.