You're exactly halfway around your own year today, the sun standing across the sky from where it sat the morning you were born. Midpoints audit quietly: this one throws its light on the first half of the year more than the road ahead. It's the document you opened in January, still on the desktop, and the distance between what you planned there and where you actually landed reads closer than the not-looking made it feel.

Your fire gets more fuel than it needs today. A small flame catches fast and wants to become a big one before you've decided it should, and the push to react runs a half-second ahead of the thought. Keep the kindling lit without feeding it every dry thing in reach.