"You seem restless," my friend observed over dinner.
I paused, fork suspended halfway to my mouth. The word hadn't occurred to me, but as soon as she said it, something clicked into place.
"I suppose I am," I admitted. "Everything's going well, but it all feels... predictable."
She nodded, unsurprised. "You've plateaued."
The word hung in the air between us…
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