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It’s 11:18 PM here in Block 15, and for the first time today, it’s finally quiet enough to hear myself think. I’m sitting here, looking at the glow of the streetlights outside, and honestly? My head is a bit of a mess. It’s that typical Karachi Saturday night—the city is still humming with cars and the smell of late-night food drifting up from the shops, but I’m trying to pull my energy inward. My Thoughts Right Now The Hustle: I feel like I’ve been running on autopilot. Block 15 is always so busy, and sometimes I feel like I have to match that speed just to keep up. I’m tired of the noise, both outside and in my own head. The "What Ifs": My mind keeps drifting to next week. I’m trying to tell myself to stay present, but I’m already mentally drafting emails and planning conversations I haven't even had yet. A Moment of Peace: I just want to find one hour where I’m not "Mushk the daughter," "Mushk the professional," or "Mushk the friend." I just want to be. My Emotional Pulse Right now, I’d describe my mood as heavily hopeful. I feel the weight of everything I have to do, but there’s this small, stubborn spark inside me that knows I’m going to handle it. I always do. My Midnight Intentions Disconnect: I’m putting my phone across the room. No more scrolling through the Johar updates or Instagram. Breathe: I’m going to focus on the silence for five minutes before I sleep. Forgive: I’m forgiving myself for the things I didn’t get done today. They can wait until tomorrow.