chasing first, living second? 🌊

there’s a quiet, heavy space between first and second. it’s the extra inch on a tape measure, the split second on a stopwatch. for as long as i can remember, i have lived in that space. in school, all the kids were ranked by their grades. neatly lined up from top to bottom like inventory. i was always sitting right under the crown, never quite wearing it. everyone thought i could do better. my…