There are two kinds of 23-year-olds in the world:
Those who have figured it all out.
Tara.
She wasn't lost. She knew exactly where she was — sitting on her bed, wearing her oldest T-shirt (with a mysterious stain from 2019), staring at a motivational WhatsApp forward her aunt sent.
"Success is like tea… steeped in patience!"
"Oh shut up," Tara muttered, sipping her lukewarm chai.
Her phone had 47 unread family group messages, 3 job rejection emails, and one very dramatic text from her best friend:
"I'M ELOPING. Keep your mouth shut."
Life was not falling apart.
It was just… aggressively untangling itself.
And that's when Tara made a decision:
No job hunting. No resume. No 'What's next, beta?'
Just 30 days of breathing, chai, and unapologetic existence.
She was going to do nothing — properly.