A surprisingly useful lesson from the train station in Manila

> Tiny progress is still progress.

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

I started this because my weekend felt a little stuck, and family seemed like a manageable place to experiment. The funny part is that the smallest change was the one I kept.

Part of me wanted the fancy version with all the tools. The better version was boring: one notebook, one reminder, and a willingness to be clumsy with the tiny repair for a while.

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