There is a certain kind of weight that does not show itself on the surface. It lingers quietly, pulling gently at attention. Some days it feels light enough to ignore. Other days, it hums in the background, asking to be noticed.

For the past month, I carried the simple desire to refresh the website for Pivot 5, my AI newsletter. It was a small project. Something I thought about almost daily. Each time I met someone new and wanted to share the newsletter, I found myself pulling up the old site, feeling a small, familiar discomfort. A reminder that there was something unfinished. Something waiting.