She trusts her gut more than any map. Logic is a game; instinct is a law. To some, this makes her seem a touch unpredictable—like she might, at any moment, trade her plans for a detour with a better view. And she will. In fact, she’s predictable in precisely that way: she always chooses the detour.

Because, isn't that life?

She notices the little things—the subtle shift of light on a wall, the texture of worn leather, the comfort of a routine that suits her. She trusts her judgment, her instincts, and the wisdom earned from experience. She embraces imperfection, not as a flaw, but as a signature of a life fully lived.