The chaotic joy of doing the first draft badly at first after a tiny failure

> Tiny progress is still progress.

That line sounds cheesy, but it got me through the part where history stopped feeling new.

I tried this in Lisbon with a friend and we both noticed the same thing: the social part mattered more than the perfect plan.

A few notes from my attempt:
- keep the first step visible
- remove one annoying decision
- celebrate the boring repeat

The detail that surprised me was how much a tiny balcony changed the outcome. Same plan, different setting, completely different energy.