I was going about my day, minding my own business, when it hit me: Crap! I haven’t written anything for my blog in ages. At first, I felt guilty, like I should have been documenting every thought, every little victory. But then I realized why I haven’t been writing: I’m finally living fully in the moment. I’m enjoying life in a way that makes chronicling it almost secondary. And maybe that’s okay. There’s something profound about being so present that you forget to record it—the way sunlight catches on leaves, the laughter spilling over on a late-night call, the quiet relief of finally letting go of something that used to weigh you down. To start the summer or rather, to close the school year, I finished my finals, and the relief was almost physical. I got an A in math, a subject that once felt like an insurmountable wall. That statistics course was a battleground for me: hours spent camped outside my professor’s office, countless nights wrestling with formulas and concepts. And yet, w...