Healing, Dreams, and a Yellow Blur Named Koro Sensei

 Dear Nakama,

Today, I woke up and didn't hate the sun.
That's progress, right?

The fever's not fully gone, but my spirit stirred a little- like a sleepy phoenix slowly fanning its wings in soft, golden light.
I'm still sniffling, my bones still feel like borrowed ones, and there's this fog in my brain that coffee couldn't clear...

But then Koro Sensei showed up.
Bright. Ridiculous. Unapologetically yellow.
Bouncing through the screen, throwing life lessons like shuriken.
And for a while,  I forgot I was tired.
I just laughed. Smiled.
Felt Something warm that wasn't the fever.

I didn't design much today.
Didn't conquer.
Didn't post flashy updates.

But I did one beautiful thing:
I rested with joy.
I gave myself the gift of slow healing and loud anime.

Koro Sensei, in all his chaos, reminded me:

"The difference between the novice and the master is that master has failed more times than the novice has tried."

So here I am - failing to be 100% productive, but still showing up.
Still dreaming in pastel threads and sketches.
Still whispering ideas to my notebook between episodes and naps.

Tomorrow may be stronger OR maybe not.
But today, I smiled again.
And that's enough for Day 12.

To all my nakama who are tired too:
Rest, Dream Slowly.
Let the healing become  part of the story.
Even if you're curled up in a bed with subtitles on and tissues behind you,
you're still a protagonist.