Day 113 – Finding My Smile Again

Day 113

One Step. One Punch. One Round.

I didn’t get to write last night. But today, I keep coming back to this thought: somewhere along the way, I lost my smile.

The little boy who laughed at the simplest things—he’s gone. Maybe it happened during those long nights in the RV. Or maybe it was long before that.

For years, I’ve hidden behind distractions: the bar scene, old routines, even my own mind when it spirals.

But this morning, I looked in the mirror and remembered the kid I used to be—the one who believed in stars, who saw magic in the ordinary.

I want to find him again. I want his smile back. Not the forced one I wear when I have to, but the real one—the kind that comes from deep down.

I know finding him means facing fears I’ve run from my whole life. It means believing I’m worth more than my mistakes. It means learning how to let go without losing myself.

It’s not easy, but I’m still here. I’m still fighting. And today, I’m taking one small step back toward that boy—toward the version of me who dared to dream big.

Because underneath all this pain, there’s still a hopeful heart beating.

Here’s to Day 113—one more day I choose not to quit on myself.

Day 113

One Step. One Punch. One Round. 🌹

—Your Fellow Traveler