I Changed My Mind (And It Feels Strangely Good)

For a long time I was very proud of one sentence: "I never change my mind."

Turns out, that sentence has a small flaw. Minds are allowed to change. Mine did, quietly, somewhere between a long year, a lot of chai and a few evenings that felt a little too quiet.

I am not announcing anything. There is no big plan, no deadline and no list. This is only a small, honest note from today, written with a smile.

What Actually Changed

Nothing dramatic. I did not wake up with a new life. I just started noticing small things:

• Good news feels a little bigger when there is someone to tell.
• Bad days feel a little lighter when someone simply says "come, sit".
• Two cups of chai is, quite frankly, a better plan than one.
• An empty seat at the table stopped looking like free space and started looking like an open invitation.

I still love my routine, my work and my quiet corners. That has not changed. It is just that I have started to wonder how all of it would feel with a good person in the picture.

What I Am Not Saying

I am not saying I am searching. I am not saying I have a type, a plan or a timeline. I am not saying anything at all, officially. 🙂

All I will say is that the door, which used to be firmly shut with a "do not disturb" sign, is now open a little. Not wide. Just enough for a nice breeze, and maybe for someone kind to walk in someday.

If You Are Reading This Between The Lines

Then you are very smart, and I would appreciate your discretion. Please do not ask follow-up questions. I will answer them with more chai.

And if you are also someone who once said "I never change my mind", take it from me: it is a lovely feeling to be proven wrong by your own heart.

Until then, I will be here, doing my usual things, with an extra cup on the table. Just in case.

Written on 11 November 2026.